Year: 
2016

When I see the mirror
I can see the inner working of my machinery,
As my mental wire renders  
images of worn out routes  after a short circuit happened  
in the pathways of daily burdens,

My diseased body quivers with its weight
of hard stitch skin snatched-rubbles  
leeched of life force as I have little energy to breath

The voice I hear is not my own,   
It dictates notes in familiar tones  
but full of foreign phrases,

which it disguises as invitation,

I wish I could dissolve myself from memory
or hide in my skull cave,      
But it is not wise to stifle

Then an unlearned laughter came,
A spring brings the sun rays

A sea emerges from the death of the rivers, 
There are two ways to live a life       
I can pursue the difficult one

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