Is life universally about seeking-
the harmonic existence in the labyrinth.
Then I see…
It's dark as I look forward.
...
Poker Face
Cards on top of cards
keenly placed each one.
Dreamt a lot about
a palace to be.
Relatively time
wasn't a matter.
Each card I placed
had meant only goodness.
Plans I crafted,
trials I attempted,
had meant only goodness.
But, awfully it was blown up.
All that I meant…
All that I dreamt…
All that I wished…
I whined not to others
but to me.
I screamed not aloud
but in silence.
I learned not from my victory
but from my flaws.