A LINE OF LIGHT

At the corner of my room

There my clock rings loudly

Wake me up from this empty dream

A half of my brain scans what I have to do now

With this half of conscious

I force myself to make something

Do what my brain has told

But, I find nothing to do, not like others

Everything becomes so hard

As my dreams which are going far away

Inhale and exhale are harder to do

Lean my back on the cold wall

I want to do this and that

But, the word 'wait' tell me

I have to stay with doing nothing

Except of waiting for something

I ask myself thousand times

Do 'wait' give me what I want?

Will my 'wait' deserve to get my dream?

Dizzy, I think too much

As my body lays on the wall

My stare sees object with hazy mind

A line of the light come through my window

I see there while drinking a glass of water

This dark-side of myself

With great ambition which contains tons of dreams

Who dont know anything about next plan

Dont have something to do

I lost in wild and unknown days

Like this line of light

Which shines my dark day through unexpected way

The light who guides me to the right path

Give me ideas to make something

Instruct me to do something

That's a little form of happiness

Which is wraped by the simple package

That will transform from a little thing

Into the biggest thing that you dont understand

How come I can be like that?