Where can we turn to,
We, the generation lost in wonder..
I stand dazed in a maze......
Groping my way through the haze,
Clouded by more craze and laze,
I gazed, fazed yet amazed,
I wonder if my loving loved ones felt the same,
Ignorant or gullible, which category are they?
God smiled, and God shook His head....
At His fallen children...
And we accused Him as the Runaway One,
Hiding himself, crossing His Arms,
Mercilessly saying, Ah-Ha, serve you right!
And so we continue our collision into each other in the dark,
We continue our journey in the gray world,
of no Past, Presents or Tomorrows,
The dark is our sweet escape
The light is the blinding truth
Destiny has no value,
Fate has no power,
Dreams have no answer
I crave for the Black & White days,
Without color, yet is it the reality back then more colorful than today?
Ironical, reality has turned primitive now,
Civilization is a foreign word
Morale is nothing but disguise
I crave to join that band,
That band that really marches in perfect harmony,
That band that braved through the light,
And now completely at ease and peace,
With the Commander..
I thank Him to know that such band still exists
Each day, I am reminded of that,
Despite my daily turmoils in the fazing maze,
Through every little corner, every little space,
He managed to seep His way into my heart....
He never really hid himself, He never really runaway,
It was I really did all that.....
Thank You and I love You
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