Random Thought : My Whining : A Poem
Long day, boring day,
I'm sitting here, as usual, only with my own
Quiet, quiet, quiet.
Why I cannot able to heard a commotion outside my world?
It is still the same blue sky with theirs, here in my world
Clouds in the air but was unable to reduce the solar heat
Fortunately the wind was still blowing friendly
I sighed, tired; this boredom is exhausting
Why am I bored, you ask? Frankly I do not really know
My heart full of love, my brain filled with thoughts
My world is supposed to be very busy
But still, in a moment alone; the silence hugged me and reluctance to move
All my loved ones are far away there
I am tucked in the hubbub of the world
This residence hall of mine looks like a blur mainland inside the children's paintings
Green, red, always dirty and muddy; gave me a long gap and hum without meaning
Could not able to smile, could not able to laugh
Only crawling in a dark side of dream
Hope the skies finally open
So that I can hear the laughing of those angels
lonely, lonesome, alone
Idea in my mind ran void
Oh wow! a pile of work coming!
OK! I'll stop whining now!
Work! work! work!
At least these numbers will eliminate unsignificant air although only for temporarily
Eh? I just realized that Polar Bear did not come today
Ah, it must be it! This must be because he is not around! Hmm ...
He should know how it feels to live a day without his presence
(Ah, but it is not his fault. He is busy writing these days. I should be more patient. Sorry darling, to give you this whining. ;)) )