Adam's Part
Garden of Eden has all the beauties and wonders mankind may not even ever dream of
The sun shines 24/7
Weather is perfectly warm
Foods are all over
Birds sing right on top of the tree
Nothing to worry yet nothing to feel
Adam is about to leave the Garden of Eden
He is about to come to the world
He is naked lying on the land
He is staring at the lord
He is reluctant but ready to part
It may be the last handshake and the last hug for him and the lord
He is slowly floating away
Even the lord is still stretching his arm
But Adam has gone
And he is goodbye forever
Adam has come to the world
A place full of dirt and suffer
He has to start to worry about place to live and food to eat
He starts to feel sad and painful
But also happy and joyful
On the land where shadow grows, Adam starts to build up his human nature
He is free to feel all the negative and positive
He is free to enjoy the beauty of sex
He is free to live up the life he wishes to be
That is us, even with all unregrettable love and help from the lord, we choose to be abandon.
Cuz we just want to feel
Night Thoughts
Surveying from the bay window in my flat
The neon lights underneath are stunning and beautiful
An illusion comes to mind and blurs the line between reality and fantasy
A voice keeps whispering around my ear: “you are now free to fly away.”
And for a moment I really think maybe all the beauties are just seconds to reach
And if I jump down from the window I may melt with the wind and rays
I’m visioning the view from the top of the world
Look up at the stars across the velvet sky
There is another supernova
To whose will does it emerge?
And for whose will does it pass away?
No one will ever know
But it doesn’t really matter
As long as I could stare at it all night long
They are all my beauty queens
They are my oasis from the desert
They are my everyday vocation from work
On the way of pursuing my dream, I have enter this supervision world,
Where everyone else dress and ride fancy, and with the feet never touch the earth.
I think I am approaching my goal.
But things don’t really look like what I dream of.
Part of me is feeling insecure.
This supervision world has made me choking
And I feel like I’m drowning.
So to the meteor I say: “please wish me away to the lunar phase, where I could live alone with no name and no face. I’ll be making stars with my brand new heart, and to God I swear I’ll never cry again.
