The End and The Beginning

It's in July, the eighteenth day
and it's Monday too, not today though...

The trophy cabinet, I shall not forget
We are juveniles, we live for glory
With no regrets, I took off and rose
'cause I'm a man, with a single purpose

Thus the beginning of an era
with several beginnings and several ends,
the era of ups and downs, the rollercoaster
of foods and drinks, of veins and nerves
of truth and lies, of prayers and swears
the era of uncertainty, of past, present, and future
of confidence and insecurity, of friendship and rivalry

Driven crazy and swoop everything
'All Out of Love' in the evening
Lots of tricks, lots of hopes
with almost no comrades to give some senses

We both have grown, body and soul
Once dejected, now spread our wings
Have some respect we didn't get
We got it all, ready to conquer

But what hollow air is this?
A part of me, not fully attached
I lived for you and still willing to
until death himself, or you, do us part

Six years for a single purpose
not even a second missed
In my breath I always bring the desire
in my veins flown bloods pumped by the desire
in my nerves resoundingly echoes the desire
in every single electron of my body, there is that desire

Now is the end and the beginning
the end of an exhausting era
the beginning of maturity

Will it be the beginning of a long journey?
Where I'll rejoice and proclaim to the world
and continue to fight, to show my worth
to protect, serve, and cherish
with toil, blood, tears, and sweat

Or will it be the beginning of an end?
Where I'll drink until I drunk and sleep
and wake up with new consciousness
to fight with different reasons
to bring this hollow heart, and get used to it

No grey zone, we're all grown ups
No matter what, I shall prevail
I'm taking off, rise to the heights
This is my hand, will you take it?

I'll fly with you
happily but maybe not easily
or else I'll fly too
as high as I can with these broken wings




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