3 Choices..

Down on the highway cruising aimlessly
Like a nomad looking for a place to settle
I stopped for a moment, absorbing everything
At last I have found what I was searching

Three branches of roads surfaced in front of me
Each with guiding lights, blinking profusely
Which one to choose, as I walked towards them
Which holds the first key, for me to succeed?

On my left, lights of desire pulling me in
On my right, lights of reality searching for me
On the middle, lights of hope glowing serenely
Choosing very carefully the first light to glory

As I ponder on the choice I need to make
A storm of uncertainties came thundering in
Sweeping the three lights away from my path
And left a vast of emptiness deep inside my heart

As I shed the last tears of sadness, I opened my eyes
To see that the 3 lights blinking high in the sky
I jumped up and ran towards the sight of the lights
For losing them are not what I had in my mind

Desire to achieve the reality we're dreaming of, never give up on hope.
We are always chasing for it, but sometimes uncertainties in our lives hindered us.
Never give up readily and too soon.

Written By: Ying

Choices We Make

I used to be a very indecisive person when I was younger. Well.. in my early 20s to be exact. Everyone goes through that phase, whereby you've just finished college, and starting out in the working life. Exposure, exposure, exposure. Every things are new and different. And trying to make the right choices in life.

That was me (and almost everyone).. then..

Now.. when I looked back, I've changed a lot. I'm a self-proclaimed hermit, still am in fact, but I socialize more, go out and see what's there for me to see. Made new friends, hi-bye friends, some foes (maybe?). I am a "thinker", and I usually think back on the choices I had made. Some are mere stupidity, and others are good choices, which I'm proud of. But the one most important thing is that whatever we have decided and did, either good or bad, never regret it.
Choices that I made makes me who I am today. Stronger, brighter and wiser. ;)

I don't let people decide and make the choices for me. I decide for myself, because I understood myself more than anyone. Yes, I do seek advise from friends and family, and some assurance on my choices, and people can influence me, but they can't control what choice I make in the end.

I hate it when people think they know what is right, and good for me. They don't even know what I think!! Sigh.. Anyhoo.. people can judge me by my choices, but they don't really know me now, do they? They think they do, but they don't. *wink* *wink*

I'm a mystery unto myself.. sometimes I don't even know why I make weird choices.. hahaha..
Nevertheless, I have no regrets.. well... maybe one or two, but I'm at peace with it now.. :D

Our road is long and winding and bumpy sometimes.. Overcome it with honesty and patience.
You'll get to a smoother road in no time.. ;)

The Hand's Touch

He walked down the street, alone and afraid
No one is around, but everyone is watching
Every steps, every moves, every breathe he makes
Watching, spying, watching and spying

He keep on walking, stumbling and falling
A whisper, a jest, surrounded him everywhere
Running and turning, where should he go
There are no path too clear to approach

"This way", "No, here, it's this way" whispered words
Chooses he did, but undecided he slipped
Anger burst forth, and clouded his thoughts
Nothing seems right, everything seems forced.

A hand touched him, lifting him up
Soft and gentle, comforting to the touch
Put forth a road, straight and clear
For him to continue his struggling path

Guided him, the hand, guided him true
Walked down the road, together they two
Obstacles came, obstacle pushed away
For the hand cared for him in so many way

Suddenly a storm came, strong and windy
The hand grips him hard, never give up
But he gave up, letting go thinking it won't last
If only he can see, that the winds are merely dust

Dust that blurred the eyes, dust that blind the sight
Dust that makes him see the bumpy road he left behind
The hand came to care, but he put a blind eye
For this is his path, and need not the hand's caring touch

The hand came again as he set forth on his path
Ignoring the hand, he pushed it away oh so quickly
The hand doesn't understand how he thinks
And slowly the hand turned into a mist.

He walked alone again, down the path the hand brought forth
Alone but not lonely as he slowly create his world
The road fills with trees and flowers and burst with life
And still the hand in misty form following out from his sight

Does he think of the hand, that guided him well?
Does he think of the hand, that loved him still?
Does he think of the hand, that cares for him?
Does he think of the hand, that still waits for him?

Written By: Ying

Yearning Thoughts

i am on a cliff, looking down a valley
i am on a cliff, enjoying the morning sun
i am on a cliff, contemplating jumping
i am on a cliff, crying and crying

i walked a step back, as the wind breezes
i walked a step back, as the sun's heat burning
i walked a step back, wanting to run
i walked a step back, back to his arms.

from his embrace, once there was comfort
from his embrace, once there was love
from his embrace, now there is nothing
from his embrace, my heart is breaking

i walked away from him, trying to be strong
i walked away from him, knowing what is wrong
i walked away from him, wanting to know
if ever we could be together come tomorrow.

Written By: Ying