MIEN
What do I see,
When I open my eyes,
As the days go by,
Twenty four hours tend to fly.

With so much to say,
So much parts to play,
As a person,a being,
One mind,one canvas.

Stains of the past,
Red, blue, purple,
Memories that last,
Glimmers of misfortune.

In love with my story,
No worries,no regrets,
Going on this journey,
With nothing and everything to expect