white string’s

many moons, thousand sand years
memory vividly clear
things possesed is hard to let go
memory constantly grows
and rooted in the past as time flows

through mountain of thorns i learnt
with so much songs and poems
with sad ending and sadly still, still sad endings
again and again

i rose
of why i held things in stasis
because i was afraid of changes
afraid progression
still waiting for chances
any slightest hope
to build my illusion

because i was busy finding similarity once again
desparate to find any memory left unclaimed
and still in hope to search more memory with you to gain

because i was busy looking at your fading shadow
and hope it could turn into a real figure
with you in front of me

and most importantly
with my alzheimic memory
i was afraid that i will forget you
of once you painted my mind
that now my mind will be black and white again

i was so afraid
until i was afraid to shed any tear
which will mean the end was near
that this is the end

and time told me
by looking at thee
i understand
i’m free