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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