I have gone weak for all these night work
in troubled with deadlines
and the unwillingness of time to go with mine
I am sick and tired of the same thing
repeating over and over again
yet I enjoyed my work
as it develops me, even more further.
I have join the race of rats, rushing towards the cheese
I have lined up for the gold rush, aiming for the karats
I have dug thousands of tunnels to get those diamonds
I have learned a lot from this miserable life.
What keeps me going?
“It is you”
For I dream a life of you in stability
I am not greedy, contrary to what I’ve said
but I am greedy for your love.
that even myself would turn
gravels and sands into mountains
rivers into seas
and dirt into gold
my imagination starts with you.
let’s make it a reality will you?