I don’t know.

I don't know why I cry.
At least I don't feel dead.
What you ask about a smile.
Is that tears in your eyes?
Can't predict the weather
of this ocean inside.
Never sure when's the encounter.
A meteor in the sky.
Is it the high that brings the low,
or is the low that brings the tides?
I don't trust it.
My brain can't command.
The spirit roams looking for an echo.
A fleeting moment the universe's made for.
No evidence. No reason. No witness,
No future. No declaration. No following.
It's lost till it appears, again.
Before you recognize it. While you wait for it.
Maybe prepared for it. It will be yours.
Just for a moment.
You're all its worth.


I took you when you were young,
and saw the world through your wonders.
You ditched me when it became boring
when I'm with you everything's easy.
I watched you splitting into two.
The warring drains your mind till
you're blind of what should've been.
It's not your fault.
It's too much too fast.
You are always alone
looking for answers you've already known.
You could, so you did.
But you've been missing home.
Older & wiser, thinking yourself a fool.
It's OK. I knew you'd come this way.
You love me, so, you had to throw me away.
I'm still right here, the same everything.
I understand you have to grow alone,
finding your battles & healing your wounds,
being tempted at every step to turn back.
I can't begin to tell you how proud I am.
Have you had your fun? Good.
It's time to take possession.


I am poor.
Economically, emotionally, spiritually.
Can't grow nothing
but this tangled thorns.
Omg, I can't believe
that I exist
on borrowed time, no less.
Excuse me if I make a mess,
I've always tried my best.
But I can't tolerate myself,
the reason I can't stand still:
don't want to meet nobody
that speaks like me moves like me thinks like me.
Forgive me. I am poor.

Fuck you.

They taught me to always run & hide,
just keeping the eyes on how to survive.
Not to inspire to anything more than a wife.
I remember the first time I had to lie
to say a novel I was reading wasn't mine
to save it from being teared apart
because it's not on the final test.
I thought I wasn't strong enough
to completely tell them to fuck themselves.
So instead I built this beautiful wall,
and invested in multi-layered control.
Yeh, ma & pa, thank you for preparing me
for the "real" world.

Ways away.

Just when you are getting comfortable,
you find out there's ways, ways & ways to go.
Maybe it's the ego that's insatiable,
always, always, always looking for something new.
Maybe it's the curse of never having a home,
or maybe I'm still a kid in the candy store.
But please, please, please show me
what is this all for.