MUNDANE

Action, reaction, motivation, emotion,
all have to come from the characters.
And all of that come from experience.
Experience is simply,
the name we give our mistakes
done in our daily life.

Once we traveled through the endless cycle
of repetitive chains of routine,
It's turned out to be boring,
a dull, colorless painting
hanging at the scalping wall.
No sense of rejuvenating,
all are waiting to fall apart
and drop behind.

Experience teaches only the teachable,
and it's up to us on how to implement,
Wisely or recklessly
Depend on your choice,
and hopefully it's worth the price.

The Red Sunset

Rolling down through my MP3's songs
Eager to plug-in the headphones
Dizzy from the havoc of the people
Suddenly approaching from everywhere
Understanding is out of reach
Nothing seems to go through
Surprised and shocked, scarred from the soul
Endless throngs of sweats, odor and tension coming
To the pier for a ferry to ride on.

NEW LOOK, SAME OLD STORY

You can change your name,
but if you don't change your attitude,
there's nothing new about you,
except for what people will call you
still, the impression is the same.

You can change your makeup, your dress
or undergoes a total makeover,
but still, if you can't change the way you're thinking
the way you're objectifying the world
the way you perceiving life,
it's all the same.

You can pretend not to notice,
but the way the world changing
so quickly
make you obsolete,
better running now
and get hooked with the change,
so you're not left behind.

Quit with the look of your face
amazed by silly things
that portrayed who you really are,
Instead geared up and strive hard
if you really want to change.

Change, all people say
but do they really know
what it really meant?

FIRST TIME

Everyone has a beginning,
to something new,
to something exciting on the first look,
but turn ugly when you got near,
A starting point for a breakthrough of life,
A kick-start of a brand new look,
Or may just a swing of cloudy mood
to a sunny-day-in-paradise.
Happy, sad, angry, and all kind of funny feelings
swirling inside of us,
Anticipating something good out of this venture.

But deep in mind, I'm shielding myself
I'm protecting my feeling, I'm shying away
form all approaching hands,
Why, should you ask!
I have no answer now, but it's instinctive.
You never know what's truly lies in one's heart.
They maybe smiling at you, but behind you
they're harboring hatred against you...

Who knows?
But one thing, I know for sure
Reality is not the same with fantasy
It is not always what we dreamed,
And I realized it the hard way.

Hard to work,
if the job at hand
is not something you like.

I'm a prisoner
in a cage
deep within a dungeon....
And all my creativity is torn away.