Sitting on this very chair, I try to think what to write,
I keep asking myself, what is wrong and what is right,
My hand dancing on the keyboard, and type a meaningless word,
Why I can't think something better, and make me fill comfort,
For so many days I try to write something beautiful,
But no single thought can make my day wonderful,
Express what I feel, and write anything for a story,
I angry with myself and this heart ached so badly
Looking trough the window and try to understand something,
Thinking of the day to come, and looking for what I have missing,
A sweet and bad memory, suddenly come to my mind,
A happiness that I'm looking for, hidden like a treasure to find
Why is this life, sometime so lonely and miserable?
A busy daily routine, one mistake can make the day so terrible,
Originally Posted On Site: 2006-12-11 21:11:29
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