fling the word that i dont know what its meant

fling, that what pops into my mind.
its like a blossom bloom on the spring,
the feeling that make us smile,
the feeling that reassure us that life is matter to us,

fling,
gibberish, that what felt for the last 21 years,
the thing never felt better then ever when all question were answered,
the question of life,
the question of death,
the question that matter to you and to me also.

fling,
fly by the court and try to feel that you are free,
the feeling that make me feel so alive,
this doesnt matter to others,
doesnt matter to the world,
only just you and me,

fling,
we own it, we create it,
but never know where will it lands,
maybe at the wheat field,
maybe at the backyard where all begin there,
or at the paradise that we always dream of,

fling,
this is not a love story,
this is not a success story nor a story for the failed ones,
this is story not to be spoken by human,
only for the One to decide what will it be,
for the One to judge it,
but not for the One to take the road,

fling,
im tired and cold,
hope the spring will be around for the time i can reach it,
hope for the road that i take will be cherish,
bless with the smile on your face,
bless with the glare of your eyes,
bless with your touch that are so angel-like,
the touch that gives life in order,

fling,
and fling again,
again and again...

fin

something that loose inside my mind

the halo has gone,
and the rainbow never seen anymore,
the heart that so curious kills the mind,
so thats why people say "curiosity kills the cat",
but im gona back down,
this is my game and i will not lose it.

im so tired of swearing,
im so tired of anger,
im so tired with the world im living in,
never that i want to leave it,
but fate has call me, so when im leaving it,
im gonna make a big mark on it,
a big mark that people will ask who did it,
a big mark that people will mad at me,

im not the person that want people feel im a silly old junkie,
im not good in showing a bad impression,
im not good being a bad person,
im no devil,
just when i been press on the floor, im gona fuck ur mom,
fuck so hard until she had to cry when having orgasm,

my life is not you to control,
is not you to decide my fate,
and not you to judge what my faith is,

i born to lose,
and born to learn,
and born to rule the world,
my world, and its not yours to judge,

maybe im unwell,
i dun care what u think about me,
i dun care if u tell me im a mental,
i dun care if u tell me im a liar,
i dun care if u tell me im no good,

cuz i know who i am.
and again its not u to judge who i am,
im a master of my own,
doesnt anybody to tell me right or wrong,
but if u say something strange about me,
im gonna take that word and stare myself at the mirror,
i will mend whats so fucking amusing you to say that,
im not gonna mad at you if you tell me the truth..

truth hurts but it never gonna kill you, take away your life,
it juz words that are facts that gonna change someone else life,
its not a knife that stab your chest,
say it, cuz the person that hear it will never ever mad at you,
cuz we live to seek the truth,
the truth that our faith always tell us,