A Moai head sits on my chest
gazing yonder, beyond the horizon…
ever watching, ever waiting,
Lying on a funeral pyre
I toss and turn and couldn’t sleep
Streams of tears flow through my eyes
Molten lava gushes through my veins,
Yet, like a flower I yearn to bloom
knowing well I’ll soon wither away,
Like the soul embracing a life
knowing well it’ll soon fritter away.
A wandering mind
A restive spirit
tethered to a diminishing soul
an aimless journey
an undefined destination,
O destiny, what a fate have you
preordained my life to?
Nights torn to shreds
Showers of brimstone
burn holes on my head
Days tied into Gordian knots
Games of tug-of-war
drag me into the daily grind
Roller-coasting on the seesaw
between hell and heaven,
A whirlwind of murky thoughts
swirls in my mind
I’m unable to unravel.
Neither I’m able to live lively
nor able to die decisively.
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