| Survival |
| . |
| Just another ordinary day, |
| of an ordinary life, |
| but not so ordinary a soul. |
| Surviving, transgressing, |
| returning again to shun again, |
| repenting again to regret again. |
| . |
| Breathing on the slumber of life, |
| playing on an eternal gamble, |
| sighing today and dreaming again. |
| . |
| Seeking and struggling, |
| accepting and refuting, |
| doing and retaliating, |
| all ever, |
| all again. |
| . |
| Moving on and on, |
| an eternal pursuit, |
| in so barren a land. |
| The burdened darkness and silence, |
| the cold apathy, |
| treasured over all empathy of pretense. |
| . |
| I wonder today, |
| if it will be any less a wrong, |
| to wish such an alive corpse, |
| the bliss of emotion, |
| a realization and feeling, |
| than condemning to life the bleeding sparrow, |
| who shudders in his flight, |
| struggling on to face, |
| the refuge of death, |
| and yet puts up an expression, |
| of heightened delight. |