to run into another wave just as the race to the shore ended...
why others could calm and sway with tides...
and that I could never close my eyes for even a moment...
people who slogged, people who do not...
the latter succeed at the right moment...
as smart is what they aim for...
the best at show...
that reveals not those that are beyond skin deep...
why is that life is so,
that holding on is just another tiring grip...
that loosens as you loosens...
and that would never be grateful for your persistent past...
and which it snap at the very first fly that landed...
that flown through the evening mist unaware of the jaws of ticking time..
and there it went within seconds...
all is well for time...
so the grip as though it never exist...
there it was holding on to the newest blossom...
and there you are falling as light as a petal blwon by wind in slow motion...
drifting to the ground...
where sunshine moves further and further out of sight...
the dark ground is where the vision lies...
waiting for the next revenge in years to come..
when the first shoot releases its veryfirst leaves...
