如诗 如言


光辉的一页,有你在身旁,

写下的精彩,漫步这一生;

生命的每一部, 都印着你的影子,

在快键下挥舞.每一页的精髓,

点滴着我的心, 你的情.

让我们分享生命中,每一刻的渡过,

都是奇迹.


Wednesday, May 27, 2009

Sometime I couldn't make it

There are so many things to achieve while alive.
I really not sure the intention of creator in making man to this earth.
Are we born to compete with each other,
Or we were created to battle for survive.
I was taught to be hardworking and do the best.
What If I couldn't make it.

There are people do well in the progress of life.
I do envy those who made beautiful result and get the applause always.
Should everyone born as dummy,
Or some just created outstanding.
I was told not to make mistake to gain my reputation,
What if I couldn't make it.

There are rules of game to be one in this society.
I wonder how to obey the regulation in order to be a proper person.
Shall I just follow absolutely,
Or I have the right to stray from.
I was instructed to follow the norm and majority engaging,
What if I couldn't make it.

There are defination of good and bad.
I've learned a word called perfect with the infinity meaning behind it,
Why can't accept someone who they are,
Or changing is need to please,
I was being expected to be a fine hereditary,
What if I couldn't make it.




** voices from brittleness, pls give courtesy**

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