Saturday, July 25, 2009
Should one be given a second chance?
Or rather should we mend something that ain't broken?
Should we clean up the mess?
Or should we leave ends untied?
Can we remake a broken promise?
Can we turn back the hands of time?
Can we bring one back to life?
The sun still craves for the moon.
The sky still longs to be with the earth.
The flowers still anticipates the rain during drought.
The sick lust for a new life.
The prisoners hanker for freedom.
Like how man ache for love.
Everything seems amiss.
The skies are green.
The sword is sent to the cobbler.
Penguins are found in Africa.
Monks go to churches.
Apples rise up into the trees.
There is nothing you can do.
The scars won't heal.
The memories won't fade.
The flow of blood won't stop.
The scratches won't erase.
The faith won't come back.
The thoughts won't cease.
But you know that the hardest thing to do is to forgive yourself.
In my own world,
10:24 PM
