Saturday, July 3, 2010


With the colors and sparks,
Igniting all with the single start,
I had fed into the disaster of the curious circle,
A winding cycle of tossing and turning,
Just look at the reflection I had become,

Don't make me look,
I can't bare to see the person who is staring back at me,
I do accept myself,
All of my trouble come without the bad I have done,

Truth be told I have to change, but for the better of all,
I'd have to see everyone I love step down and fall,

Days and nights change with the fading light,
This caving tunnel, never seems to end,
But I hope with it all, the finish will have the hands of my friends.

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