[yesthisismyday]

on one of my grey days,
I went to visit a garden of hope
to have its spirit, to lift my chin
as dust in winds, as salt in sea
as one small seed, shall become tree
so deep sweet dream, I weep and grieve
so strong with hope, rooted in me
as I experienced cuts and salty tears
salty tears, I learned from them with smart
those acrid taste
And I sat down on the grass
to have its nature, giving me the desire to grow
as words came out from mouth
as vows' success, still fresh from lips
I turned to the garden of dream
to have a glimpse of my future
hidden behind the curtain of mystery
I saw my name and filled with joy
there, letters carved upon stones
when jealousy and deceiving are all over places
when mistakes discourage and false comforts drive me
when my self-motivations are weak, I sell my days for penny
when the creator of emotion in me feels the hunger
I went to visit the garden of hope and dream
to have its love, to comfort my scream
to have its blessing, to keep on dreaming
As the journey is still far and long
so steeled the heart, to broke this storm
And I stood in my garden
with faith in works that i perform
life is just a simple game I play with my mind
so never to give up, things will turn out alright