White
The wind carried the chattering of various souls
Reaching these ears which understood nothing
What was the emptiness felt yesterday?
Where were the shed tears?
Did you wipe it on your own again?
It has been a while since I felt that
These hands were powerless, that they could not do anything
Why do these black-colored feelings keep coming back?
As if they were never erased, just kept hidden
Waiting for claws to dig them again
Am I that weak? Where was the strength I once felt?
Is this being so fragile, that it could only run away,
When faced with thorny paths and smooth-surfaced walls?
Why do you run away?
Is it that painful?
I want to reach out, but there wasn't anyone around
Or maybe I am not even trying to
The lights of the speeding cars
Are asking me to ignore my survival instinct
"Help", I could not even let that out ...
"Dream" is now a scary word
Truth is that I felt pathetic for not even trying to chase them
For not even trying to lay them out as a choice
For ignoring the genuine desires of my heart
Right now, I am just breathing
Just continuing to live
What kind of life is that?
How do you end these series of words?
How do you turn black into white?
No matter how much white paint you use,
Black can never be erased
What you can do is to tear that wall apart,
Build a new wall from new bricks
And repaint it all over again
Without realising, it became white all over again ...