These are the thoughts
that go through my head
in my backyard
on a sunday afternoon
when i have the house
to myself and i am not
expending all that energy on
fighting
with my
boy - friend
Is he the one
that i will marry
then why's it so hard to be
objective about myself
why do i feel celulary
along, am i supposed to live
in this crazy city
can blindly continued fear
and duce per gurgated
life denying tradition
be overcome
where does the mo - ney go that i sin
to those in need of me
if so much why do
some people have
nothing still i do
i feel frantic when i
first wake up in the morning
why do you say you
are spiritual
yet you trat people like shit
How can you say
we're close to god
and yet you talk behind
my back as though im not
a part of you i do
you, say if im in it
obvious you are not
why's it so hard to tell
you what i want
why cant you just read
my mind
Why do i fear that
the quieter i am
the less you will listen
why do i care weather
you like me or not
why's it so hard
for me to be angry
why’s it such work
to stay concious and so
easy to get stuck and not be overwhelmed
Will i ever move
back to Canada again
i'd be with a lover
with whom i am a student
and oh master why am i
encouraged to shut my
mouth when it gets
too close
to i'd my pen and i
live, in the mo - ment
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如果你把自己框死了,即使張著眼也是盲目的
別管城市的喧嘩,人情的複雜,
在有風的下午,和自己的寂寞散散步吧!
也許曾經想不透的.現在看不開的.未來不知所以的,
都在這個淡淡的下午,有了令人鬆一口氣的答案
by bobby chen
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