Early in the Morning

Early in the morning..
I rise and washed my face.
Inside the sink, these ants were there.
Three of them.
One washed away, two were saved.
Then I looked at my face in the mirror.
It looks pale.
As if I am already dead.
As if I am the ant who drowned just now.
What if it was me who drowned?
What if it were my family?
My hands were there, but I touched nothing.
I touched no despair.
I touched no joy.
Of the world grains.

And I never know how to feel..


Early in the morning..
Of my first memory.
What it was I didn’t remember?
I knew that I've forgotten something.
A precipice in my brain.
What’s yesterday I can't recall?
And I cracked my head, to find out what it was.
And it frustrated me.
Of my neural disobedience.

And I hate them..


Early in the morning..
I am out the room and drove my car.
The skyline was dull.
Only a massive concrete tower standing by.
Please my eye, but cold it is.
And when I arrived.
I let myself sat, trapped.
It feels like in a football field.
With chatty spectators and cheering crowds.
Who argues about their favorite teams.
But they mean nothing to them.
Bags of proteins and water.
Tools for an architect.
For the world to turn.
Without revolution of the mind.
Never talks to their heart.
Of what they dreams were.

And they were fine..


Early in the morning..
I found out that the air conditioners ain't breathing
However, these people think they were.
And they lived happily inside.
A paradise in a single room.
They pleased themselves.
As if they were belonged there.
Take to the grave.
Bind endlessly.
Of mutual bond.

And they were wrong..