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.