Cherished The Reality

Making the entrance from the moment i was born,
A stage of the reality begins at the sound of my crying,
What did i know back then except throwing a tantrum,
Be it the witness to only beautiful and innocent,
The greens and the unpaved road,
I grow ever in a government house,
It has been there years and long before,
And so the river and mud has been my playground,
Air that was so fresh untainted,
I missed them so much the most and above all,
Wishing that the greenery scene would always be there,
Even 100 more years to come.

It is reality indeed,
And as the world seems to be spinning and not flat,
I come to learn a lot and sighs,
Over the age that keeps on counting day by day,
I learned to love, betrayal, pain and tears,
Comes together the moment i still longed for innocent,
No more the sunshine that shuns upon my life,
Not at all everything is bright that i see nowadays,
Either it be black, cloudy and orange,
Impure love and the real among they have missed,
I have come to missed the green mind that i had once,
So innocent and yet so calm,
So happy and happy,
The place i longed the most,
Hard to reach at the same time,
I still hope for it last 100 years more to come.

I cherished my memories that brought me here,
I told them through the art that some might understand,
The not so romantic me wishes to share the world that i once lived in,
To others that forgot their own path,
To others whom heart blacken by the pain of reality,
To others where ought the scenery not as astounding as mine,
The eyes, the wisdom, the path, the patience,
I might as well lead them the way,
As soon as i am able to mend my own broken piece,
Shall i not make it in time,
I still do hope my words reaches your heart,
If that is so,
I might be able to heal faster and lead you the place that i treasured.