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Monie_Kim
....M-e shortage of my first name....enjoy the reading ;-)
Day by day I wonder why I get up every morning
why I can't decide what is the most important thing
why I want this today
if I was after something else yesterday
why I wish to pace ahead and seldomly take a break
why so much time and energy - living and understanding have to take
why I run my head against the wall
and later hate for help to call
why I dream about the things I cannot have
why I am not worried about the death
why I can smell, hear, touch and see
why sometimes it is so hard just to be
why the reality so often disappears
and when it gets back brings the tears
why could I sometimes almost die from desire to live
and later on drown myself in disbelief
why I want all that and this and much more
why I always want to push open the forbidden door
why I seem so distant and living in a faraway paradise
where the sun is always seen with the morning rise
why I ask the questions silently and wait for the answers that never come
why I am not satisfied with what it is now and rush the changes to be done
why it is so impossible to resist the challenge, the opportunity
and trash the peace and run wild towards the short-lived vanity
why I am unable to put aside my pens and hands
and be free to write all that in my head again and again bangs
then when I feel loose and write so much that I can't stop
scared that the thoughts would no more pop
why I always let the flow to drag me along
and change the melody of my heartbeat's song?
And the answers would not come and I would wait anyway,
and be sure I shall live my life only this fit-to-M-e way...