My own little world

I am now at the final day of my Japan trip. It has been quite an adventure. Many love, many hates, many failures and many successes. It is now time for me to head back to Singapore to face all the demons that I left behind. I will admit it even though it is not the most attractive image to promote. I am shit scared. My future in this world is very un-certain. There are many paths that seems open to me but I cannot be sure if there won’t be a roadblock ahead. I have many decisions to make. Time is what is pressurizing me. I have a housing contract to sign. The main question is whether I can afford to set myself into another 12 months in Singapore. (Also whether it is what I really want).

So anyway, to release my emotions, I started to write this. It is the type of emotions that we naturally go through whenever it seems like we are losing control out of our environment(world). If I think ahead, this is meant to be one of the pleasure in life but at the actual moment, I cannot stop myself from being frightened.

My world is both sad and bright.
It’s full of mysteries which I try to enlight.
My world is full of darkness and fear.
No need to tell ya, I am forced to make things clear.

My world has fucked me over in every possible ways.
Some things are so bad; it really is no child play.
Luckily, my world has given me the power to dream.
But sometime I’m too lazy, I let them melt like ice cream.

Too many branches, too many forks.
Those decisions haunt me.
Too many loves, too many hate.
This world will soon destroy me.

I used to believe that my world could be reset.
It’s an easy way out and hopefully people won’t get upset.
I have found out that my world won’t grant me such control.
It’s all an illusion; you can only reset your goal.

My world uses time to make us go our own way.
Where are we all going?
We re all gonna end up at the same place anyway.

It’s obviously an impasse that makes me write this
Or maybe it’s just my world that’s trying to give me a kick.
I think that we should appreciate phases like this.
It’s my world after all; it’s my job to make it click.

anyway, wish me luck.