"A whisper from the wind and I can't help but listen", Johnny Sniper by Enter Shikari.
Another day another chance to rescue~
Sorry, got a little carried away there. Enter Shikari is good-lah, I have to say. Anyway, back this post. A lot has happened this week. I watched Transformers 2 (who hasn't?) with the guys of Cohort 2, I went for Biro Tata Negara Camp, and I went to pick some fresh fruits from Azie's Tok's orchard in Kulim, just to name a few. But I won't be posting about all that stuff. I'll be posting a poem that I wrote while in the ferry trip to Butterworth on my way to the orchard. Again, it is just a short one, and one of my deeper ones (which isn't that deep, really..). It's open to interpretations. I'll post about all the other stuff when I regain my mood for blogging. Oh, and I have a tag from ButirStar that is still pending. I'll get to that soon (very general "soon" here). Here it is (the poem).
Sunlight reflects off the water,
I try to stare but my eyes falter,
Beautiful as they may seem,
It's all just a poisonous gleam.
I squint my eyes and try to see you,
But the spark is too bright reflected off the blue,
As if enhanced in light ray frequency,
But it is I who is weak, that's reality.
The sea with all its majesty,
Can be treacherously dangerous,
Don't blame us, humans innocent,
We just take up its space to build a new renaissance.
This metaphor I give you,
I hope you understand,
That when everything is over,
You can still hold His hand.