I'm standing again,
Long, confused, fading.
A lot of people mad at me
I can't help but see me as the wrong one.
My pain stuck in my chest,
I found me a new fate;
I learnt to disappear, even when I was in same boat with them.
A talent to me... To them, I was cursed.
I know how tired I feel
Not from talking so much,
But at the mere thought of all I have to say.
I keep running all my life,
I think I might run off the world someday.
For I'm too weak to let me all out, lest I sound crazy.
I'm tired...
Of how many times I've sent signals that won't reach,
Of longings and turbulence that breaks me,
Of waiting for people, days and things that won't come.
But most of all,
Of knowing and re-knowing myself throughout the years.
Many times I've been confused, cos I'm not even sure what the definition of myself is
as each moment came with a new me.

Resting in the peace of the heavens and the face of the sands,
I choose to dance under the rain in the dark.
One day when I grow up,
I'll paint my name in the sky
And sing the songs trapped in heart.
I'll find the rhythm I created from each step I took backward,
Cos each step I took, was also a part of the dance.
I'll flow with the river; Life,
If I don't laugh in it, I'll cry in it.

© eberehh