He

He sits there, on a red bench while staring up the sky.

He then turns his head, looks at me, and then smiles.

Oh, look how handsome he is!

With wrinkles on the forehead, he doesn't look old,

Still strong, or maybe stronger than the last time we met each other.

He then calls me, allows me to sit by his side.

He tells me some stories about world, about what’s going on.

Then suddenly his face looks so serious.

He asks me to leave my dreams,

My meaningless dreams, he said.

I would be nothing if I’m still living in my dreams.

He then shouts at me that I must pursue another dream,

Another dream that others will be happy,

Not even once thinking I’ll be happy to do that.

He then arises, once again staring up the sky.

Later he holds out his right hand to me.

“You must come with me,” he says.

And then silence is my perfect world since that time.

Dreams

I’m dreaming everyone’s dream, not exactly mine.

Someone said, “Go! Get your dream now. Do not give up even the sky’s falling down.”

Nah, she must be wrong.

Which dreams?

Which dreams I should pursue?

Which dreams I should reach?

Whose dreams are, actually?

Me? Nah!

I used to have dreams, many dreams that I myself become tired just to think about them.

And suddenly they come!

They take my dreams!

They burn my dreams!

They said my dreams are nothing!

Just a burden, a burden for the whole family!

A burden for my future, too!

And here, in the corner of my world, I just sit and stare nothing.

My dreams are gone, faded away.

There is nothing I could hold.

My dreams are my life and since they are gone, I’m dying.

In minutes later, I’ll go to neither hell nor heaven.

I’m just burnt into pieces along with my dreams.

Morning

This is the morning where everyone puts their best make-up,

a smile on their face.

This is the morning where every student will fight for algebra.

This is the morning where every mother and wives will serve breakfast for husbands and children.

This is the morning where every father will conquer the day to make money.

This is the morning where graduate students will deal with their final assignment.

This is the morning where couples try to give their best to express their loves.

This is the morning where beggars must work harder to get money.

But, this is the same morning where I have to deal with endless problems.

Hope that midnight will stay forever, doesn't welcome the sun.