This is just a piece that came to to my mind one day when alone.
I wrote it last Monday, September 28, 2009 at home at exactly 6:30 in the morning.
Sometimes I ask myself
Why am I here for you
Is it worth it?
Is it alright for me to cling on you?
Blurred as the cloudy skies above
All the answers are pointing on you, the only I have
Am I frustrated to bear all these things
Perhaps I have this strange feelings
That I need to pursue inspite of the pain
Call it nuts, call it desperate
But as long as I can feel it
I will hold on it, no matter where it lead
Someday I will have my answers
And if that time comes, I know
I will regain my confidence
And I really will
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