Reality’s Dream

The city of stars
There is so much and I can’t see
Something like the depth of your eyes
or the depth of your heart
Who knows?

The city of skies
There is so much untold stories
Something like why or what if
There is no much things coming up
from your lips

The city of mine,
I hate mathematics and I can’t solve



A Sarcasm

I see the depth of his eye
Curiosity of some things untold
The answer will always same;
the pressure I can’t hold, the thing won’t be old
Because time isn’t healing
Because time cannot do anything

Feb, 10th