我很倦
但却清醒着
回顾昨天，什么是昨天？
是今天的前一天，
还是一切我早已忘记
和所有还拖着我，让我走的好缓慢的过往
想把昨天甩走，呵，那是个荒唐的狂言
我走在一个人独木桥
昨天是桥头，今天在我脚下，明天我看不到，它陷在了迷茫
唉，假设我有一对翅膀，我便能飞，可以不顾桥的开始和尽头
飞到我梦中的郊外，那里的百合花会在月下弹奏竖琴
叮咚叮咚，是琴声还是
独木桥下深渊的漆黑召唤
我想一头栽下去探个究竟
至少，坠落的那几秒很像飞翔
这是我不能控制我的翅膀，我只能下坠，无法左右
我想了想，跺了跺脚，我没有回头
继续走我一个人的独木桥
what's going on with life?
An eternal struggle of finding the meaning of existence?
a life, an expression of all the innate desires and passions,living free like an unconstrained bird-----a life of sin? a life of recklessness?
a life living in frames and manacles of rules and "so call" expectations----a life of success and happiness or maybe a life of putting on masks.
i'm confused in the crossroad of choices
choosing the correct path which leads to a kind of inner peace
a peace of doing things which i do and make me joyous.
but, not finding one
i'm now broke into untraceable pieces, maybe that's so called "My Freedom"
Freedom of not in a structured dos and don'ts; scattered everywhere, touching everything, feeling the emotions and desires of everyone else.
lying there, not in a form nor having the strength to struggling
blowing away by winds; dancing like daffodils
running down the river course with the happy hymns of water
looking up and down left and right
basking in sunshine
like a poet wrote in his beauteous lines
"eternal sunshine spotless light"........
me, yes that's me without of trace of anything else...