entering the age of china
yet my mind remained frozen like crystals
people tell me being grateful is the right emotion
at this time, i should be handed platinum clothes and crowns
but how does one bear this load?
when i’m too dazed as i watch the hands of the clock stir
ticking, letting time turn because i’m stuck in it
with hushed uncertainties and unwanted reminiscences
how does one pour out this baggage?
when the fear of coming out your shell overtakes you
consuming, letting the shadows swallow you up because it rules you
with battered soldiers and armored demons
how does this cycle end?



















