On nights when I can't sleep
I heave a sigh to myself
What about all of you
I feel kind of lonely
A single seed in a vast landscape
sprouted its roots
It bore a fruit that was still unripe
The fruit that wants to turn orange as soon as possible
by basking in your light
My ideals and dreams keep on flourishing
Come on, notice it already
Today, I ate an orange
But I cried because it was still sour
It reminded me of myself, and I couldn't throw away the rest
so i ate it all
An orange that forces itself to mature.
ReplyDeleteit got it's aim.
but paid the price of dying early - in the mouth of a bok.