Spare Me No Spotlight

"here I am again

the only one who seem to not care

sometimes I feel that its weird myself....

and in fact, I wonder why...

well this case has got to be something

especially when it really starts to bug me

it is really

well, just sort of what its supposed to seem..

just some extraordinary yet common thing

another ordinary day

for someone out of the ordinary

especially when its the times

when everything just seems to be

clinging on me

depending on me

and somehow

i love the way they believe in me

and at the same time

i hate so much

so much that if it were a person

i'd pretty much put it in my list

but then i also love it

the reason of its existence

the reason of my existence

the reason of pretty much everything

the way why most people just think

how we want to be everybody else

and how we just want to belong

but then i said i want me

to be me in a way only i can be

the reason that i am unique

the existence of the entity

known as the difference between you

and then there's me

but now, at what price?

the solitude and the silence

spare me no more

than my wits resists thy fury

loneliness is always there

as existent as

there is greed and hate

the opportune for oneself

even if it be for another's tranquility

even if i choose to take the other edge

the edge is still sharp

belonging means slavery in a way

and yet i can't prove it

because when there is right

there will always be wrong

chaos and order

love and hate

war and peace

generosity and greed

granted and banned

pleasure and pain

life and death

black and white

then i look for you

oh my fluffy friend

so up high you seem

so many friends you have

little sugars in the heavens

misty fluffs along its sea

there is this great white

no round no sharp

just a white

along the clear sea

the lake of my dreams

so high must really be,

so that it can never be?

then seeing is believing

i don't why i'm dreaming

a piece of peace

for a pair of wings

just let me be there

maybe from you can see

i know not your deeds

all i see are beams...

spare me no spotlight

with these feet as gifts,

my walk continues,

on this soring glim

and as i look at thee

do you really see me?"