Jumat, 28 Maret 2014

Perfection

Every once in a while, I thought I have reached the end
But most of the time, I have lost the grip of my hand
I always let someone win
And never dare to take a chance

So they flew

Billion chances fly away to the air
And spoil the ones that sometimes don't deserve them
They fly away from the ones who try
And bring luck to the ones who lie

I always lose.
What am I?

A small pebble begging to shine?
Yet I'm desperate to taste the sweetness of victory
When God only give the best to those who worth it
And I never do

A small thought that dispersed into colours
Shaken my mind and made me daffy
When my dreams will finally over
And become a person I've never wanted to be

That I'm never right
And never win