Trudging along razor’s edge
I walk with a dagger in my hand
To which side the fall may arrive
I am in fear of knowing that truth.
Try hard as it may
I am but a human, not a superman
Let my fall be guided
And let it be within my domain.
Only the wish and the hope
Within my control.
Swinging pendulum, I would say
A mere play of hidden trajectory
Singing the song of love and pain
I am but a mortal swaying man.
Where I am heading still a matter of question
Sometimes it appears to be real and near
Closer I get, the image vanish faster
Casting a veil over my own existence.
(Legend Hotel, Kuala Lumpur. 250808)
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