I can't figure out what my legs are waiting for
there's a puddle ready to be crossed
but I may need a boat


I can't bear the weight of my own thoughts
there's a florid tree,so many fruits will fall

but I may need a bowl
to catch everything that grows inside my head


Sometimes my right hand writes conflicting words
a painful pen that cries ink on a poem
that your God will lock

inside a safe,feeling scared and confused

Have you ever met the boy who knows everything about life?

there's a little bit of loneliness behind those perfect smiles
I would tell another story about being proud of what is done
But it's something I've just never felt

So what
So what
So what?


It seems so hard to glimpse the light
some say

You'll reach it when you die
but my life is like an old movie
It's all black and white

I'd like to be born

I'll never know

I know,I'll never know