An earsplitting sound coming from my phone woke me up,
I reached for it, and I saw it's still nighttime,
School's killing me, I am always worned-out,
Just a glimpse of my bed, I am already knocked out.
When I was a kid, I dreamed of becoming an astronaut,
Unfailingly, fascinated by the heavenly bodies,
Now I know I cannot be an astronaut nor an astronomer,
But nothing could take away my love for that fantasy.
As I come closer to the front door of our home,
I looked up to the moon, the big blood moon,
I wonder why does it have to be alone, is it really sad
To be watched by many, from the farthest distance?
I remembered myself having many daydreams,
During my spare time, I do construct stories,
Watching myself from the veranda of a mansion,
Watching myself watch the moon and consorting it.
I have always loved the night sky,
And everything I see during nighttime,
Someday I'll be able to roam the city,
I'll walk under the moonlight, and a smile from me.
YOU ARE READING
As To Remember The Old Times
PoesiaThese are the products of my own imaginations and experiences, dressed in a poem to hide the pangs within me.
