Saturday, March 13, 2004
A Rambling in May

What's the point of battling,
When all the hopes are shattering

What's the point of hoping,
When all the dreams are dying

What's the point of dreaming,
When all the wonders are dwindling

What's the point of wondering,
When all the laughters are disappearing

What's the point of laughing,
When all the love comes crashing

What;s the point of loving,
When compassion is never existing.

I can't remember when I wrote this, maybe somewhere last year during my LAN studies. In addition, I've no idea why I wrote it too. Found it when I was cleaning my room earlier this afternoon.
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