Final destination

You know I am a dreamer, 

Wishing this world is black-and-white, 

Where the lines aren't blurred and every effect is the same. 

It might seems okay but I am not fine with it.

Because you think it is so. 

You think standing as punishment fits every situation. 

So casually cruel in the name of being caring. 

You asked me where do I want to go after graduation,

I held it back because I know the consequences, 

Down the luxurious metal cage they dream about,

Because I know that's my final destination. 

You are the darkness blocking my sun, 

A reminder of my bleak future and doom.

I would like to be my old happy self again, 

but you just don't like it.

You should know my final destination, 

Jumping out of a cage made of glass and metal. 

-Luck of fire

The young idealist

The young idealist dreams of perfection, 

But she ain't perfect herself, 

She strives for it, 

But there are still some imperfection in society, 

Try as hard to pursue, 

In the tiny rich rat city.

The paper is mightier than the brain, 

The paper can push you down the hill, 

but why are we so afraid of it when the paper starts flying towards us, 

We dodge it, 

Slip and fall, 

We fail in perfection, 

Because of that paper who can't hurt us, 

But only to give a light tap, 

As a psychological weapon to keep us down. 

-Light blue skies