Monachopsis

They say remember every wind,

for it will guide you

Every one I see is drifting

...riding closed eyes in the gale.

Where should I walk

for I don’t know how to fly

and too scared to swim.

Here went the red flagged,

their bloods feisty as ever.

their lips more red than their eyes;

They asked me if I would come along,

For I seem like passionate candle-

I said I don’t have the guts to

even though I can plan it, dunno to do it.

Now I just stand here,

doing nothing but looking

for something

...yeah, something.

I opened too many doors

but now I don’t want to go anywhere.

move. move. move.

Here went the blue flagged;

their eyes sharper than their minds.

They asked me if I would come along,

for I seem like a curious sky.

I said –well I just stared in their eyes,

like a cut and lost kite,

dumbstruck.

All the people flowed in

each flagged door,

everyone with their choice clear

and no muddled heads.

What am I to do?

with these unfinished tasks and

spilling talents- drip by drip.

Here went the yellow flagged

their hearts more compassionate than their smiles.

They asked me if I would come along,

for I seem like a hardworking melody.

I said I don’t know to stand firm for

be it anyone, even for myself..

I do hate hate mirrors,

If I haven’t told you before

How can I stand to arrange a rendezvous

with a person always clinging

to my human life.

I feel like the trees that I see

from a trains’s window,

just an apparent rush…

Here went the green flagged

their voices more subtle than their lifestyle

They asked me if I could come,

for I seem like a perfectionist's flower.

I smiled, they knew what it meant-

I am not so able to separate my idea of myself and what I do.

So which is my zephyr?

my soul arranged in a jigsaw,

which piece can I call my own?

Passionate candle and curious sky?

hardworking melody and perfectionist's flower?

or more like— a hybrid human with a name.