Apparition, dream, fantasy, hallucination, reverie…

Sun rises, sun sets;

Bubbles formed when boiled water.

People lives, people dies;

The weather could be wet or dry.

One day you will get the smell of the flower,

Or the magnificent perfume that she wears.

It reminds me,

Again and again.

Maybe this is only the pain,

Or you are too vain.

I would have been the expertise.

The game could be easy and simple;

Love is ample and essential.

Watching out of the window,

Green as like the tree,

Not that if you can see.

Being stunned by a bee.

Listen to the opera “Fidelio”.

It’s fall; I’m watching TV in my room,

It is wheel of fortune.

Suddenly I heard my cat screams;

Terrified, I jump out the window to see.

What’s happening? Nothing.

The dawn is near, I’m in fear,

Someone offer me a can of beer.

Death is approaching,

Day by day.

It is just the cost you pay,

Or everything seems to be gray,

The cat is leaving.

The moon bring back horrible memories,

I’m sitting there, watching at the starts.

She is the first person I call “darling”,

The only person I’m caring.

It remains a scar.

Fate is fate, as the ancient Greek has displayed.

They signify this subject with a lot of plays.

Fate is generally “fact remains fact” –

Nobody, except God, could change it.

But, “where is God?”

Some say He is omnipresent,

Some say he isn’t in existent.

Where is the fact?

If my cat is gone I’ll be dead.

The flower cant’ be gone, nor can the cat.

The cat is a bit special for me.

May God bless us thee,

Thy mercy, thy faith,

I hope my dreams come true.

Dream is dream,

Let’s face the great Greet philosophy.

Everything is preset,

Man can’t alter.

Where is God?

Who knows?

The moment she said good-bye,

Blood running in, brain drawing out.

I’m crying, I’m dead.

I won’t believe that she’d say good-bye.

I’d be glad if I could spout.

The game is over, the story ends.

Myths from the plays always give false images.

I stop thinking, hence,

I gripped in my pen,

In which she had given me for ages.

She gives me hope; she gives me life;

The one who makes me happy is she.

Once engaged; once in love,

The dream has gone and is no more.

Nothing serves, nothing helps,

As if it is Armageddon.

I want to boil. I want to melt.

Here goes the cat, stopping on the mat,

I’m eaten by a dragon.

Listening to the music,

I could remember your lovely voice.

Sounds like a tragic,

Seems to be ironic,

I could no longer hear to other noise.

People is always like that, I am no exception,

I ought to have a bit determination.

Grown-ups are always as usual, they said,

“Money is important,

 We are potent,

 Women should be pregnant.”

I don’t agree on that, at least,

I am not old enough.

Now some people thinking in another way.

They think that children are useless,

And they are helpless. They reckoned,

“We are tired,

 You are hired,

 They are fired.”

I really don’t care about this,

I’d rather play my own music.

My words are always true,

I never tell lies.

You always seem to be blue,

Or as if you are stuck in glue,

I can see through your eyes.

Watching the craziness of the people in that box,

As they are as cunning as a fox,

I start to realize one thing,

The perhaps most important thing in your life.

“One ought to be selfish.”

Not that you are being stingy,

Or being a bitch; it is just to be

Closed to oneself.