Happiness is not always measured in smiles
Tuesday, February 10th, 2009Alone
In a crowded room
I miss them
Will they come back?
Silence
In a busy street
I hear me
Will I shut up?
Empty
In a jam-packed bus
I’m inside out
Can I flip back?
Darkness
In broad daylight
I’m reflected
Where is the sun?
Lost
In a structured world
I am trapped
Will I break free?
Maybe some day
They will come back
I will shut up
I can flip back
The sun will shine
I will be free
But that day
isn’t today