Master Vs. Wizard, by George Chow
How the cloud shape each day,
then I would lit up a smoke to stay.
How the light shadows each sight,
then I would play to seek the night.
How the fire beckon eternity,
then i would cast my dreams into reality.
How the water becomes holy,
then i would plant another lily.
How the darkness take away my age,
then i would use to be on the edge.
How the love overwhelms the body and soul,
then I would have a meal by my cook.
But i see none what i am made to do.
Maybe just a little bit closer to look into myself.
In this jungle full of tasks.
And i would find myself in each mill I find hope.
|Posted: 2014-03-08 09:11:48 UTC|
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