Many times I wrote about the rain,
and how it brought the joy and pain.
I also wrote about the deep blue sea,
and how it was ruined by humanity.
Wish I could write more about nature,
so as the stream with water so pure,
and so the fowls flying in flocks,
and the mountains with trees and rocks.
But how could I write the unseen things-
if it only exists within my dreams?
How could I describe it so vividly-
when it was never in my memory?
I want to write about the human life,
of the society and the people’s strife.
Wish I could pen down the things I see,
and make known of the inequality.
Also, wish I could write about love,
that in everyone’s heart it will have.
But how could it becomes a reality-
when everyone is full of animosity?
If only, I have the courage to write,
of what I see whether it’s wrong or right,
of corrupted things and what the people suffer,
so it may be known to those who do not care.
