Reality, by George Chow
Oh, I would not dare to bother.
If this white hair in the mirror is true.
How many people pass by.
How many mistakes I made last.
Going backward like always.
Going back to see if you care.
Infront of me there is this light.
Shine above the water.
Reflect down to the land.
If you dare too one day.
Our hands are full of playmates.
To draw a life of dignity.
|Posted: 2017-08-16 03:15:04 UTC|
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