R.O.D
Thursday, October 2, 2014 | 7:14 AM |
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The world that is ridden with fears.
Its the only beginning, but wait, am I shaken?
Cause i really anxious about the result.
Time passing just like wind.
The provoking hand of clock drive me crazy.
This time no turning back rewind.
Cause in my life things like 'throwback' is unesessary.
Its just like R.O.D game,
Created by the old me.
Just like being in a maze,
I keep trapping with a short glaze.
I amazed.
How can i really wrote such thing like this.
Im not born to draw, not to be singer to.
But hey, is this call talent?
Cause I dont have any specialities but dignity.
Some fella's keep knocking me down.
"she ain't enough to reach the top"
Damn, how bad is your first expectation.
This not a lyric, not even a poem.
I cant even classify what this really is,
But who care's? As long as Im enjoying it.
Ride Or Die. I keep repeating to myself like crazy.
The letter in my notes either its A,B,C,D
Seems like fading away.
Empty pages leave me much toughts.
No turn back. I already throw the DICE,
This game can't be repeat TWICE,
So please be NICE,
Cause i already frozen as ICE.
* Actually what i want to compose is a song, but it turned out to a ridiculous thing like a paper from trash cans, whatever it is im still bad.
* R.O.D = Ride Or Die, the harsh version for Now Or Never.
Labels: my own art
