The Old Place
Siting in a old place,
The place that I drink coffee and celebrate birthday alone.
For the past 2 years,
Now back to sit here all alone.
Being gone for a while,
Seeing mom being different after I am back.
Not even sure what work I will get,
Just want to pack my bag and flight again.
Drink the coffee,
Write a poet.
Seeing afternoon sun coming,
What is the purpose of this life ?
Being alone,
Spend a lot of time to being alone.
No had a friend to talk,
Losing everything from the past mistake.
Am I gonna fix it, or repeat it again ?
God being so good to me,
In many ways that I never expected.
I am wonder,
How can He still love me until today ?
Enjoy the momment,
Think about what I am gonna do next.
Am I making a right decisions ?
Should I, or shouldnt I ?
I want to write down everything.
I want to travel, and make my life more alive.
I want to express it in word,
Then I know I am not lonely.
Siting here alone,
Let time passby day by day.
I am wonder, how far can I go right now ?
Learn to not being greedy,
Learn to let go of the past.
Being a better person, believe in God plan.
I am strong, and I wish I am !
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