ocre
when i was younger
my piano professor used to say
that music will always help me relax
well, i guess i'm not there yet
i'm still learning
still improving
still growing
but does growing ever stops?
i really hope not
like, i wanna be mature
i wanna be strong
not stuck
at least... not here
but just see around
the sun, the shine
the gray old days
with pouring rain
everything seems easier
but hard,
i'm sick
i'm well
i don't know why
what's there
what's here
crazy i'll see
i miss my golden days
this seems green,
like ocre,
like hope
Life is great,
life is a lot…
and I feel
quite small.
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