March 5, 2010

i miss me.

as i walk through this field,
i realize about my past.
i see the image of the field,
still the same.
only some trees has grown a little bit bigger than the last time i came here.

sat down under my favorite spot,
when i was a lot younger.
i began to ponder,
does my memories still linger here?

that place haven't change so much.
but i asked myself, 
what have i done with my life?
in just a few years,
i have changed a lot.

i changed a lot and i have lost count.

- he says.