Jun Ji

June 11
Boy/Man/Male/Not girl
Dance, expression and not impression
Temasek Polytechnic
Apparel Design & Merchandising

31 October 2007

The clock is ticking,
Everyone is rushing,
Am I the only one walking slower?
Used to go home,
To cry to myself, alone.
My spirit kept going lower.

Familiarity breeds,
In time, tears stopped flowing.
Perhaps I had become strong.
Yet deep down,
The door had closed.
I had waited too long,

For the day,
Like those long ago,
Of joy and celebration.
There was no reason.
If you understand this,
You glimpse frustration.

I was naive then,
Eager to love and for expression.
In time I learnt it wouldn't be returned.
People left, I stayed.
'It wouldn't always be like that',
Was what I had discerned.

Nothing changed,
Resolve faltered,
The roots ran deep.
It's been a few years.
I can't decide who I am,
From memories I don't want to keep.

If there were a railroad bridge
That spanned the ocean,
I'd walk down about a mile.
Sit down to watch the sun set,
Lie down to count the stars,
Forget my troubles for a while.

If there were such a railroad bridge, would you walk down that bridge with me?

Now Playing: Nobuo Uematsu - Love Grows

11:56 pm