three liner

sometimes i have been thinking,
sometimes even wondering
about the irony that i have been stucked in.

days have been of pure bliss and happiness
(but they have just been fragments of memories
blown by the northern wind, sank by the raging waves)

agony and misery now feed these circuit of veins,
sadness had powered the engine of existence....
living stopped the day you forgot to say hello.

and a question has been floating my air
should i stay or should i go and ran away
from this situation that has already been an irony?

an irony....
the bliss had flown and the frown had dominated....
and yet, a part of me still longs to stay

hoping that things will turn out great
frowns will be stretched to smiles,
sadness will be defeated by happiness...

"let's just do what we have to do,"
you told me not just once....
what is left for us to do?

is it to think of you....
what are you doing, are you alright?
do you still love me or do you want to fly away?

i do not know,
i do not know,
i do not want to know.

june 1, 2004