The Perfect World
There is a perfect world
Exists everyday in words
Construct by silken tongues
That would never go wrong
I live in that world
I listen to those words
Wish could I resist
But there, I exist.
Untitled
The troubled child
in trouble time
Looks hopeless yet
Deep in the eyes
I can't help you much
With my bare hands
But this is Earth
You stand on your land.