my life.

A walk so rough,

a journey that's tough.

many trillions of images,

buckets of full-filled emotions.

of the bad and of the good,

it all runs in my blood.

of the joys and the regrets,

it's made of smiles and sighs.

it's my life,

it's my life.

a note kept in a bottle.

left drifting in the vast seas.

went thru storms and calm,

but never got picked up by anyone.

you can put theblame on me,

you can put that blame on fate.

a tattoo speaks of art,

but removing them stains a scar.

it's my life,

li's my life.

embroidered on this cloth,

its colour fades with every wash.

i need more than a HDTV,

perhaps what i need is real clarity.

the visions are blurred not by lenses,

nor by any forms of distractions.

the confusions are eminent,

the courage is low.

it's my life,

it's my life.

being busy ain't a minus.

it keeps the minors away.

being busy tells of tired souls,

which translates to the big tears breakout.

a significance that seems simple,

too bad it's overshadowed by the anti-clockwise of time.

don't complain, be good.

it is just my rightful food.

it's my life,

it's my life.

took a look upon my hands.

stained with blood and dirt.

it's this hands that creates,

and it's this hands that destroys too.

read me a bedtime story pls,

a story with no ending.

a deep sleep is on the wishlist,

and santa, will i have my present this christmas for free?

it's my life, my life.

truly a life with spices and tastes.

the songs have lost its tunes,

the roses have its thorns.

my life my life.

20 years of quality life.

a million words to say,

but not one manages to sway.

of hate and love,

i'd love to have the latter.

where is it found?

where is it hiding.

enough of it spencer,

that's enough.