Something i wrote...
Wow, it seem like forever since i last read/post/access LJ, as usual RL is a bitch...
BUT end of the year is coming... and for me it going to be end of another segment of my life.
I had only about 2 months to tie/finish up my job(2 years is finally up)and maybe take a long holiday... it been a tiring and tedious time... anyway will update on what going on in my life when i actually rest/sleep/think enough about it.
Here something that i wrote while in the middle of nowhere sometime in the last 2 months.
Memory
Time go by, as the clock tick tick
As the clock strike seven, the sun went up
Yet is another hour had passed.
Lonely is the person by the window,
looking out on the street as it warm up for just another day.
Who is there to remember the silent and lonely night?
The person who sit by the window through the night?
Is just another fixture in these busy world where necessity
Is the Word and the driving force to survive for yet another hour, another day
The sun is up and streets are filled, it a bright and shiny morning
Where hope is there for grab in this rat race of ours…
The person gets up and retired for the day,
Such a time and place is no comfort for her tiring soul and body
For this is just another blank memory for the world outside the window.
It is just another long busy day.
BUT end of the year is coming... and for me it going to be end of another segment of my life.
I had only about 2 months to tie/finish up my job(2 years is finally up)and maybe take a long holiday... it been a tiring and tedious time... anyway will update on what going on in my life when i actually rest/sleep/think enough about it.
Here something that i wrote while in the middle of nowhere sometime in the last 2 months.
Memory
Time go by, as the clock tick tick
As the clock strike seven, the sun went up
Yet is another hour had passed.
Lonely is the person by the window,
looking out on the street as it warm up for just another day.
Who is there to remember the silent and lonely night?
The person who sit by the window through the night?
Is just another fixture in these busy world where necessity
Is the Word and the driving force to survive for yet another hour, another day
The sun is up and streets are filled, it a bright and shiny morning
Where hope is there for grab in this rat race of ours…
The person gets up and retired for the day,
Such a time and place is no comfort for her tiring soul and body
For this is just another blank memory for the world outside the window.
It is just another long busy day.