Maybe..

Maybe it hurts because you love the craft, 

otherwise you would not feel a single pain.

Maybe you get angry because you treat it your own, 

otherwise you would not give a care.

Maybe you are so crashed because you are giving your best shot,
otherwise it would not even matter.




Maybe that’s the deal between love and pain, 

that when something is worth it, you bleed and fight for it.

Maybe that’s the thing about passion, 

keeping on and holding on though you know it’s okay to let go.

Maybe that's the reality of life, 

that passion will never be enough, until you get rid of your self-doubt.

Whys..

Why do I keep on leaving?

                leaving behind those people I love
                not minding the pain deep inside..

Why do I keep on moving away?
               though I know it's worth a stay
               still I move slowly away..

Why can’t I stay a little bit longer?
               longer 'til the love subsides
               and leave only when happiness dies..

Why can't I be contented?
               where I'm happy and loved
               when everything feels alright..

Why do I hate people who boxed people?
                not giving them the freedom to choose on their own..
                and oh, how I despise to obey them so..

Why do I hate to fake how I really feel?

                yet trying real hard to be nice and sweet

                in the end, I politely get mad and disagree..

Why can’t I follow the river’s flow?
                where everything's easy as you go
                you wont be so different and alone..

Why do I have so many whys?
                and act as if everything's fine
                oh I remember, my choice collides with God's..