Isn’t it life?

*Anton’s note: originally written in March 1st, 2009. Don’t ask me what it means! A nonsense I don’t even remember.


There are places we cannot reach

Rooms we cannot enter

Vessels we cannot fill

We are rejected

sometimes evicted

and Alas! We are despised

We walk alone

And, yes! We wept in our lonesome road

But all we can do is just march on

But, then again

It doesn’t matter

Don’t let them confuse you

We are not meant to receive

for we took so much already

We had been given so much

And thus, we have to give

without expecting any return

It is thought

Well, that is life


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