honey,
the moon is back at my backyard...

Nah, I’m just a cloud passing by
I shade a few from the sun...

If only us humans realized
that our hands hold the pens...

I thought I thought
but no thought came to mind...

i don’t know, I wish I knew
but i don’t know...

Oh poetry, my old friend
It seems as if...

tears tore me
dripping dropping...

I’m not sure why I keep trying
there is never an end...

my sleep is awake in me,
I tried to put it to sleep...

Oh why? oh why, Sky? Please tell me why?
Why is it so that rains befalls on me tonight...

I,
I write of you, of me, but mainly you...

in the jungle of life,
one must juggle with the struggles...