WATCHMEN, OR MONITORS
My Life Is Mine, And NOT YOUR BUSINESS!!!
You sit up all night, hoping to hear me cry
You have watched every step I took, as if my legs were built for you!
When you have exhausted all your evil songs of me in the City Hall
When your lungs are farstrectched because you have to call all my enemies to war against me!
When in all of these I pretended not to care
Cause I came thus far on my own, by His grace…
When I want to make a choice…
When I want to own and live my dreams…
You still want to hang on!
Even if to sniff at my dirty linens
How many times has someone tried to monitor you?
Are you only curious about the speck in my eyes?
If all of my colors mean anything
Perhaps someday, you will turn blind!!
Don’t think me evil
You want a share in my world
I have never cared to know if you breathe or not
Now that you have given yourself work to do
Now that you have reduced yourself to a watchman, wanting to play god!
When your time is off
You shall be busy telling stories of me
I shall also tell my story
Everyone else shall tell their stories
No one, not even you, will know a story to tell about you!!!
All these years, the moments of your life
Yet nothing but gossips of others
What shall be your reward?
Such a waste
NOT TOO LATE
Now that you still trod the Earth
Stop wasting time on my shadows
Make your own story, so that when He comes, the listener will give you His ears.