singing an octave higher

singing an octave higher

sounded different, sounded strange

has a different beginning

surely won't end the same

 

in a parallel that would never met

in a line that never cross

and yet experienced the same note

similarly than what it seems

maybe would never be the same

maybe cannot be change

but maybe it is meant that way

to create a perfect harmony

my secret song

a string of melody inside my head
unrecognizable, could not be translated
try to trace by humming
but memory so short it soon forgets

every song I heard in my life
each one crossed my interest
every style, every tune
every voice, every type
but none had stayed very long

because I was trying to find my song
that reflects my feeling, reflects my thought
the tune that repeats inside my mind
a melody so sweet underneath my conscious
an expression longed to break free from my chest
a secret song waiting to be found

none other song would be the same
it would never felt right, it would never be mine
it has another story, another expression
that comes from the head of a different person

my secret song that could not be acknowledge
on whatever way I tried to let it out
my voice could not sing what is never been heard
my pen could not write what is never been seen
on a world where logic would never reach
there my song hhummed slowly through the night

hyper

have you ever feel like...
you dont have a care in the world
you don't care what they say
you don't care what they think
everything feels so jolly
always bright and full of life
feel so free feel so happy
just want to jump right to the sky
climb the highest table i could find
annonced out laud : "I"M THE QUEEN OF THE WORLD!!!!!!!!"
then jumped, hoping you would fly
than crashed head first to the floor
than laughed at your own stupidity

been there, done that!

things to do

Nothing to do…..
Nothing to say!!!!
Feeling very blue

What I’m going to do today
Still did’nt have a clue
Thinking any thing to do
Makes my brain turn to goo

Gonna stick a piece of paper
On a patch of glue
Hmm… what to do next
Just stick it to mothers shoe

Put a bucket on top of a door
My sisters bedroom door

Serve a sup that looks like goo
From mud and worms and spices too
Hey this turns out to be….
….a perfect thing to do

until the time comes

the sky is too high
for us to sit
the road is too long
for us to stay
the past is too far
for us to mind
life's just to big
to just survived

there wil be time
for us to sit
there wil be a place
for us to stay
we're going to look back and smile
to see how much we have survived

that time couldn't be today
that place couldn't be this place
someday we're going to find that place
we're going to face the world today