Untitle 61 ~
Yeah, my head is stucked in the clouds;
But, my feet still stand; stay on the ground.
Let me get on stage; hear peoples applauds;
Their clapping hands make echoing sounds.
I would like to make my parents be proud;
So, I fight for my dreams, till the last round!
To be myself; yes; that; I am allowed.
But, I can't expose my deepest wounds.
As I know that, among the crowds;
There hide some vicious 'hounds'.
Whenever, I get mad, I become loud;
Unaware; there are peoples around.
One day, I'll die; then, wrapped in a shroud;
With that last cloth, my dead body is bound.
Until then, I'll keep walking under the sky of clouds;
Well, I'll keep living until I'm buried under the ground.
© Nuruliffa Emirah