Diorama.

After all these years,
I've learned to see the world differently,
I swam underwater and breath slowly,
I flew above the sky and breath freely,
Still, I loves to breath on my fairest ground.

After all these years,
I've damaged my track record badly,
I vigorously fixing the record,
I wiped the dust on both side of the record diligently,
Still, I tend to sound like a broken record.

After all these years,
I've seen so many gardens,
I run around like a careless child,
I lost my way home each time I stepped in,
Still, I dare not to pluck the flowers.

After all these years,
I've plastered all of my wounds,
I mend my pain in my sleep,
I treated every tainted scars as a dairy,
Still, I wake up to hurt myself once more.

After all these years,
I've met so many tired travelers,
I listened to every bit of their whine,
I share all my doubts with them,
Still, I didn't contrast the worthless complain.

After all these years,
I've tried to casts my own shadow,
I felt anguish every time its follow,
I fled each time I saw a flickering light,
Still, I am glued to eternity.

After all these years,
I've rebuild my reputation,
I liberated myself from the crooks,
I capitalized my good deeds toward others,
Still, I destroy it all with a single snap.

After all these years,
I've bottled all my thoughts in a sealed capsule,
I let it drift across the wide ocean,
I hope that it will reach someone someday,
Still, I can't save my own soul.


"Playing like a scared enthusiastic pawn." - Silverchair, After All These Years.