no subject 2
Walking on the numb boulvard
not knowing where I belong
in the same problem trapped
were countless clones
who are senseless android
being alive for which they always long
I am in the middle of the time tide
drowning, floating, struggling
on a eternal journey of which I am tired
not anymore grieving, pretending
disabled
to understand the world's striking
這首詩到底是不是我寫的無從考究
因為這是前一陣子突然在電腦裡發現的
但是實在覺得自己寫不出這樣的東西而對其作者產生質疑
哈哈