infinity, she said

Tuesday, May 30, 2006

she was in a gown

if love was to speak up, what would she say
i have been defined in many asilly ways
some claim they know me personally
some tried to explain what i was all about
some possess a hatred toward me
i'm a bystander watching from the lines

she watched the people run to and forth
they hurried they pushed they pulled
heading towards the opposite was one who limped

well speak what you want of me
then hold on to it
i'm not sure if it is true or not
but one day i guess both you and i shall learn

utterly we believe what we say is right
we mumble in discretion, in digression we know it we know it
but practical philsophy does not work this way
no dead ends but a million streets
with distractions, a hundred feet
streetlamps aplenty shophouses squeezed and slim

love she grew in gardens of blossoms
she grew in london streets of snow
love she grew in war-torn orphans
she grew in blood and sweat
love she took form in shapes of ladies
she took form in bundles of cradles
love she learnt from tears on tombstones
love she learnt from blood of men
love knows not who she is
for she picked up little habits
once she claimed she was so-and-so
she was wrong and that caused pain among the theorists
once she claimed she was this-and-that
she was wrong and that caused dispute among the astrologists
so she gave up, she sat by the side
she let them assumed and she smiled and smiled
she wasn't one to judge whether they were right nor wrong
she was just like them, learning bout herself
(but it was too late, she lost herself
among the little habits she picked
love cant find love amidst her soul
broken she didn't know a solution to such foe!
so she turned dumb, she had no say to woes)

11:33 PM