Poetry, letter for "me"

( let me start a poem by me.
me who thinks "i was able to do it"
me who says, "goodluck everybody!" )

. . . . .


(My friend and the other friend of me.
Do you know and realize things?)

time, age, and space.
act, mind, and walk.
ours, were limited by those

(how many people left until we are arrived?
how many spirit left until we take some rests?)

TIME never say no to stop
SPIRIT never say yes to give up
LOVE never say no when you find someone next to you

it's seems getting harder day by day
as i walk over the rain and the rest still in pain
"what am i doing over there...?"
let us ask to our other self

(did you see some lights?
did you see, a hope inside a dark?
did you, "REMEMBER?")

our time. is limited,
our mind. is getting old,
our walk. is getting weaker.

at least, let's hop into another hope
the real one, so close to us.
and let us be, ourself
until we get older.

(O.L.D.)

day by day..



-g'14-