Deaf

When we say we are enchained with our past,
We must have forgotten the key is just in our hands.
It's just we refuse to let of the memories we had,
Which actually just brings us disappoinment of what could have.

The "what if and could have beens",
Is a type of coping mechanism.
We tried to create inside our brain,
A world opposite of what's really happening,
Because there's a glimpse of hope we are wishing.

At the end of the day you'll be left with nothing,
But anger and hatred that succumbed your feelings.
The once array of light, shine, and glitters,
Has now become a dark clouds giving coldness.

Ever tired of seeing the same picture over and over?,
The thing is only few people has realized,
And will be able to move on.
Some has feelings became dull,
For they have tried, failed and will try again.

Is there really a combination for this life's secret?,
Or who knows and or where they hide it?.

If this life is a music,
It sometimes really get out of tune.
Or maybe I am not just a good performer,
Will do my best to dance with the music.
Even though sometimes I can't hear it,.