Sunday, March 15, 2009

Flower

just where are we going ?

these crossroads have no directions ..

should I cross or should I wait ?

we are all confused by this uncertainty

Too proud to admit that we have strayed

Instead we walk along journey ,

Some die , some live , some cry , some grieve

 

No matter which path we take,

It leads to the same end,

To that one last door ..

How if it’s not heaven after all ?

But nothingness instead ?

We just simply die .. a traveller ?

Or rather an explorer ..

 

Supposing life is a momentary dream

It would be like a flower,

It is precious to bloom to the fullest ..

Even if its destined to fall

3 comments:

  1. will dead is the beginning of another live or vanish?

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  2. Are you alive?

    Live or dead...
    Happy or sad...
    Heaven or hell...
    Nothing last forever...

    All the joy will pass...
    All the sadness will pass...
    Everything will pass...
    This too will pass...

    So what are we living for???

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  3. wow .. i'm loving this ! *in tears*
    and these are mine ...

    "Life is a race
    it may seemed long and endless
    before u realize , it finishes
    but .. have u ever noticed ?
    those beautiful things we missed
    along the way, and down the abyss
    ...

    In tears, had beers
    got pissed, then kissed
    the memories, they live
    never fade nor vanish
    ...

    this race will eventually finish
    just no winners , and no speeches
    ...

    stop for awhile and look around
    the view, the smell and the sound
    look, what you have found
    Love is all around ,
    spread it before you're done
    ...

    this memory will have me smiling
    by the time i know my life worth living
    i'll raise my hand up high cause i'm winning
    and sing .. and swing

    ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

    We will never own a thing in life ,
    instead we have a taste of it and remember it !!
    no matter how bad or how sweet ..
    we'll smile one day when we think of it
    everything happened for a reason

    it's not the finish line what we really aim for
    but the process is ..
    this moment, is memory in the making

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