Thursday, May 10, 2012

The shadow in the dark

Sitting by the dim street light,
attention drawn and mind blank,
I dont hear the frog's croak or the clock's tick
I just sit here, ogling at the starry starry night

My thoughts wander to a place far far away
I feel a sting in my chest, a gushing pain,
yet I sit there staring at infinity,
like a nomad, who has just found his way

Soil, iron red and the sky, coal black
I wonder if thats what I really see.
I am the warrior, the solitary reaper,
the shadow in the dark

I wonder why we love to suffer,
fear of happiness is it?
or just an irreparable sense of inertia
as they say, "Ignorance is bliss" or whatever...