It was dark,
I can't see anything,
where am I?
Am I here?
Am I there?
Slowly the curtains raise up,
there was a slight pain,
but I'm alright,
my mirror was adjusting to the light,
left, right, top and bottom,
everything was fine.
I looked out,
it was the usual day,
vehicle of various sorts passing by,
schoolboys walking side by side
chattering about nothing,
the old man with his bicycle,
the green truck that exude the early morning stench,
the signs of a new day.
The pavement was unusually moist,
the pond was unusually packed with life,
the darling buds had already bloom to beauties,
the kois were unusually active,
and the people around the area were unusually happy.
Was there a sense of euphoria occur?
had I miss it?
Where is it?
I can't find it!
I want it!
and yet I want to want it.
I don't make sense, am I?
I never did,
I never will,
and I never could.
This is me,
the extension of my abstractness,
whatever I draw out,
is me,
nothing more nothing less.
