Web of Life








Blackboard style nine to five
Can't wait to say good-bye
Suffocate till I die

The so-called window at front side
Give me no air in fish-tank style
my brain cry
my thoughts sign
shuffle me no light in no-return pipe

My inspire
Mercilessly deny
And your eyes
Pierce with electrial wire
Ashes me with fierce fire

Please bury me alive
Though my body dies
My inspire could climb
Out of the deep pile
Into the invisible sky
Or go along
With roaring tide
As nature would guide
I could
At last free to roam wide
In the four-dimension time
Leisurely weave a web that has life