Dreaming World

Tick tock, Tick tock... The clock's needles keep moving. The time has never been stopped. Looking at the world. The world keeps changing. Sometimes, They change too fast until you do even recognize. As if the world changed, So should I. Everything is moving forward, But not the sky, Not the universe. As it seems to me... The time has made me follow its steps. Never been stopped. Keep moving forward. Even I tried to stop, But still, I am lacking the power to do it. I know, It wants me to move. To move to the place somewhere I belong. Thus, I have to leave from where I am. I know I have to leave. Leave to somewhere else. However, Where should I go? Where should I stay? More importantly, Where should I even belong?

Waking up in an early morning. Walks to the seaside, Not knowing why. The feeling, The thought, Has told me to come here. In a morning light, Standing at the seaside. Wondering why am I here. What is the purpose to come here? What am I doing here? Why am I here? How am I even here? All those questions marks, Has yet no answer. The seagulls' screams, The splashing waves vibrating to my ears. It indeed makes me feel peaceful. But... Not for long... I look up to the sky, The bright sun that I could not look directly to it. The opposite, A clear moon beside it. In such daylight, Why did the moon appear? Why is it here? No ones know. Such magnificent view, I would like to keep inside of me. I have nothing to hold this scene. But instead, I will just keep in my brain, This memory, Will never forget. Standing here for a long time, Dazing at here without doing anything. At the next second, I have come back to my conscious, Ask myself ag