In My Eye

Here in my world,
I create my own lullaby song,
Singing it to myself,
The melody that i make often from nature,
Though night does not feel long anymore.

Here's a black book that i kept,
It is not a diary nor a secret to hide,
But no one did bother to read it,
It does seems private and untouchable,
One could not help but wonder the mysteries behind it.

Here's the black box that i kept,
A treasure that i long collect,
It may be priceless for anyone,
But for me it is part of my memories,
For it took me years to collect lovely memories.

Here's the permanent seat that i always seat,
There i surf upon the internet checking email and facebook,
Full of password and the hidden me,
This keyboard that has been helping worn out,
For it has been my most precious seat in all places.

Here's the room that i always stuck upon,
It might be dull as the owner you see,
But it has a lot of secrets that i kept,
In the corner over there it all happen,
But i won't tell for now cause it's mine.

Here's the life that i have lead,
It wasn't all black and white for it is colourful,
I have my ups and downs for sure that is,
I have cried and laugh all together,
And i ought to keep it and share with someone one day.