Impasse

Through the mountains of which I have flew
Here I land on top of the soil of which I will plow
To the land of which I sow
Here comes the plough
I hope something grew

To the opportunities I never know
And the chances I have blow
People come and go
Few stayed and bestow
With memories I can never throw

To the rains of which I have break through
All wet, uncomfortable, and no clue
We will drink hot chocolate and eat stew
Then our dreams will come true
And rainbows will show on our window view

At the end of the day
One must imagine sisyphus happy

Catharsis is a medium for me to channel my deepest feelings. Seldom I externalize my thoughts and feelings, hence to cope the “burden” I ought to release my weight by channeling it here.