Living
Don’t
want to be here
unwilling
to stay there,
where
I want to befall
is
surely unheard of.
No
ocean is empty
waiting
for teardrops,
no
land is forsaken
with
a gleam on the hilltop,
don’t
want to be here
unwilling
to stay there
yet
why this impatience
spinning round my still life?
No snow of winter is
laying so untouched,
no
rain on my window
wash
away all the torture,
don’t
want to be here
unwilling
to stay there
But
why I keep thinking
there’s
something to hold on.
No
flowers of spring
gives
eternal heaven,
no
bird that’s singing
sounds
familiar to my ear
don’t
want to be here
unwilling
to stay there
but
why dream of ‘one day’
keep
making me breathe on?
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