thinking-too-much

humans have conscience... we are built to think. is it all wrong then to suffer from the "thinking syndrome"?

life is short... go all out to get what u want... what you love... what u hold onto dearly... what you want your future to be...whatever you so deem fit...

see ahead of all your intentions
don't be blinded by the present
view the horizon as far out as u can imagine
don't stop at the road just in front of you

a friend of mine once told me - that all pisces are emotional creatures... i only see it as true as for my stand... like how trees are born to reach up towards the sky...

the long awaiting doesn't seem to end
the dear yield for my dreams hasn't seen its light
i know only now to complain as much
inference - my friends' retorts

silently loving, quietly missing
monogonous lifestyle, we're all - (present, future) desire
not now i see, i can only hope
please come back, my long dearly loved

i seek out the star, the brightest shining light
in the hour, the first minute, seconds without count
so bring back to me the things that i lost
care, concern, the affections beyond

don't cling too tight again, if so true dreams prevail
don't think as much as the times past before you
don't harbour ill-thoughts or pessimistic with regards
don't bother or want just as much

see through your mistakes, everyone has bled before once
learn from the falls, pick yourself up right after therefore
understand the other - perceptions are pale colourless bleaks
then you've come full circle, for once you will grin
 

for one, the only, the romeo in my heart
please turn around, return and give me a hug
so see God, the almighty, the all so forgiving
view me, as one who has understood the true meaning

the moon is up, the lights go out
huddling in the dark, without your warmth - blackout?
no not so soon, i shall surely give up
i will persist to show, that i've grown up so much

done things that let my heart so churn
from the hatred that i once possessed and functioned
now i, see it has nothing - reaped when sowed
i laugh, make merry, giggle with glee? with others but squirm

why thus? due fact i've nothing without
my emotions, my affections that has died in your gut
you feel nothing, but i still withold
hundreds and thousands - sweet memories will be told

much efforts, i've tried to be nice
stable and rooted in my stand for my quest
my mission? not so to win you again
but yes, to make u open and see my love prevail

i'll go through the moutains, the deserts, the ice as one say
because without a part of my heart - my soul and being will grow stale.