so take me back to the days
when we predicted about our future
when dreams spoke of sugarcream puffs and lollipops
when truths were candy-coated lies
when playtime roamed the streets
our little toes walked on
and counted with
till the sheeps jumped over the fence
to tuck us to bed

i chase imagination
on a cloud 
lying on green grass
beneath the blue suburban skies


 

it's time for me to seek and comprehend peace
just to hear a still small voice again

i think sometimes we unconsciously fall deep into the vortex
to a point where we have long forgotten how to
stop and smell the roses.

living in the hilly side of the world
always seemed like such a whimsical affair because
it felt like you'll have to take half way round the world
just to sense its air of foreigness
but yet again
you marvel at its complexity of being, well,
so simple.
something that seemed almost impossible to reach
but well is just standing right beside you

i'm starting to reunite with my curious and uh, brainless senses.