When In A Still Place We Are Poem by kite remedy

(for my friends in literature department...)


why is that this place so quiet and chill,
like a movie with no thrill,
like a love with no feel,
like a movement with no will,
like a life has been killed
like a hundred of hills
yet all is so still
like a glass with no fill
like a heartbeat with no zeal
we cannot stay still
even though we may, never we will
we can rise and build
space and time, we're able to steal
no worry, no guilt
revolution and change we can deal with
we can spit, shout, and spill
what we have in mind, what we always feel
we have wits, we have skills
we will fly and exceed
what all think and believe
to a next phase we'll proceed
and dream and think and live! ! !


(let us live and create, Guys)