To the Moon ,

Tis the latter half of the year
All the promises and resolutions I made
at the beginning ,
have already dispersed in the whirlwind ,
whisked away like the year before
like what the wicked morning light does to you
And the new years day feels so far far away

The snowflakes I gathered during January are out of stock
And now the grey rainy days have come
The sunshine I bottled during the summer has expired
Soon the black winter would come

Then the pocket of promises would play haunting games at nights ,
as my peace of mind is pried away as a peace offering
and the racket of resolutions would ricochet
rumbling in my ears ,
as my rabid psyche becomes a one way down roller-coaster

The next new year's day feels a lifetime away
You know still half my life's at stake
I never learnt how to the pass inert time ,
Not as beautiful as you like a poem amidst stars
But I know I would,
I somehow always would ,
Cause you always do

As for myself ,
Most likely miserably
Half dead probably
But I know I would
And I would keep asking you , do you still think I should ?
While you shine in all your splendid sarcastic silence
Like last year and the year before
I know I would
Like this year and the year after
I know I would
You know I would ....


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