In the night of broken dreams
Whines and weaps are all you can hear
Tears of unsounded man seems untrue
But deep inside him is torn like you
He wakes up each day as he used to
Preparing for work is his duty too
He walks on the streets, watching the cars
Passing him by and felt being left behind
He stops in front of every traffic lights
Looking up, patiently waiting for whites
His walks are automotive vehicles crawl
His maximum strength is their least tho
He feels that he's doing no sense
That he is just a lame man of the world
Weaker than anything
And have to wait for everything
One day he decided to run,
Trying to overtake the cars
He put his courage and strength on it
But still, he lose the game race
Then an old man chase after him,
Saying, "You are genuine in your way."
He shook his head in reponse
And walked like the normal day
09/21/15
