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 again,
Why am I here at the first place?
And it is back to the question marks again...
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