By Shawn Marc Carreon
The skies, where desires of mine afloat,
These eyes of mine can only see not float.
Numerous days, the sun still scorching,
The moon still shines, as though it is speaking.
Every breath that I have spent,
Such a price, is it worth till the end?
Forever bounded to this place,
Hoping a fool like me can win this race.
But such hope is desired within my hands,
Swept away, my greed still stands.
Only “then” and only “there”, can time answer these meaningless questions I tell.
