If only nature can take away the pain;
the way it washes away the road like rain.
If that happens, I will no longer cross the lane,
or wish to be taken away by a crane.
If only nature can heal scars;
as easy as the night is lightened up by stars.
That way I will no longer be a prisoner of these bars,
and never again, will I wish to be hit by cars.
If only nature can calm my demon,
the way it gives us serenity each season.
If that happens, I might learn my lesson,
and finally be free from this somber prison.
If only nature can quench this tiredness,
as easy as it brings blaze to darkness.
That way I will no longer feel sadness,
and never again become hopeless.
Too bad nature is no cure for this feeling,
I'm left with only sorrow and mourning.
I want to stop wishing for my heart to stop beating,
that's why I'll hope for this even if it's just an obvious wishful thinking.
[12.13.14 I am only but fooling myself, thinking that something only left with fragments can ever be fixed again...]
