Tuesday, September 29, 2009

Last Sorrowful Night in M'sia.

Here I am, crouching by the window.
The stars above are winking at me happily.
But why ain't I felling exhilarated?

When wait finally comes to an end,
Thing that you've been anticipating,
Lies just a few steps before you.
But you hold back,
Fearing that it is just a dream.
Fearing that it is going to change the way you are.
Fearing that it comes too fast, accompanied with muddy traps.

The pearly white moon
Seems to know me well.
"Beauty lies beyond the eyes of its truthful beholder"
Caffeine never stops pumping adrenaline
My brain is pulsing fast
My heart is beating hard
Sorrow and excitement
Swirling within the veins
In this gloomy night

Greetings and wishes from all
Do nothing to cease the grief.
I recall an old-time story
Of a boy who tries to steal cookies from a jar.
With hand full, he couldn't pull his hand out of the jar.
If he let go, he gets no cookies,
And all his efforts sneaking into the kitchen will be in vain.
Scarification you have to make, to get your cookies.
I'm determined to pursue this bitter dream.
Turning my back to the loved ones,
To this lovely land, and the finger-licking-good foods.
There will be no U-turn.
No matter how misty the path ahead,
I'll keep on galloping, galloping, galloping.