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Daydreamer... by Michael Sun
Who thought to kill the lazy one?
The one who dragged like a sloth,
His drooping head upon a desk,
His pungent work so cruel and stench,
Who tagged this fellow man a beast?
Who sought to show he was a fool?
Perhaps he is neither the two,
Perhaps he's just misunderstood,
For he looks to nature for comfort and care,
Outside a window to another place,
A place where no one ridicules
He goes there often to find his love,
A love he lost some time ago.
He lives a dream,
A dream of deceptive beauty,
Where he is accepted by his colleagues,
For if they only knew him true,
They too would be misunderstood...
Untitled.. by Michael Sun
Days pass by,
Years dwindle away,
My lonely life rolls on,
It goes to no specific place,
Forever it may be,
As a child I heard a distant sound,
A sound with a very faint tune,
A tune that soothed my body and soul,
And warmed my aching heart,
I listened to this sound,
And it guided me to a light,
A light that shines brightly,
And drives me to live on,
As a man I learned the facts of life,
And found forgiveness is false,
I once again turned to despair,
And took my life away,
But the sound had now come back to me,
Now a different sound,
It flowed and seeped with gentle hues,
And colors of endless love,
This sound saved my very life,
It is the music of my heart.
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The World In Which We Live.. by Michael Sun..
Staring down this busy street
trying to find a fast way out
the crowed cars, the anxious women
all soak into my mind
I embrace the people, their friendly salutes
and wish them off upon their day
what a life it is to live in this world
so busy where one can be loved
but then I see a lonely woman
so frail and weak, pale as white
she hears no honking horns
no shouts of lively pedestrians
not even a small hello
she suddenly shakes and feels a pain
one that is at her side
she falls to the ground, without a sound
and the world just walks on by
her life was dampened by this other world
the one in that she lived
a cold world, where sadness reigns
and a heartache can't be cured
our world is a dual toned knife,
whose dull misleading side,
covers its awful deadly one
and i wonder, what world am I living in?
that answer is simple
for my side already bleeds.
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