#File 1: Digging dirt

The scenery so beautiful,
Though a memory that never happened,
From these tunnels of dirt both dark and musty,
A well lit town of lights shone bright,
With all the living indulging their wealth,
The minds of townsmen still unappeased,
Demands the best from others and young,
Bringing them up to be assets of society,
But without a dream of imaginary origin,
Of empty vessels like all others,
Thinking what is given to them as whole,
Like the thought of Freedom interpreted by many,
Until the time of the memory that never happened,
Returns to the One or the Few,
Whom will begin denying, those of courtesy to the demanding,
As time lapses without warning,
Like any flower that blooms without stop,
It proudly opens with new colours as time ticks the clock,
Missing nothing from the scenes of spring,
Digging dirt to this place unknown,
With dedication to brake ties from the demanding,
Searching for the surface like earthworms in the night,
For the warmth and survival of their kind.

*The biggest difference between dreams from maturity and dreams from childhood, is that dreams from childhood counts as it grows not to ever shift by external forces that might obstruct the process of which it must fulfill but may gain new amendments.

I chose to begin this blog, because I find myself needing to express just the things I keep to myself simultaneously gaining another advantage for me not to cause wastage of good ink and quality writing materials. Observing what had happened today, shown me how much effort parents put into helping their child getting excellent grades for exams. Improving subject that aren't my forte proven difficult for me because nothing I did was to better the situation I am in, while others having gained so many new motives and advices maybe starting or have started to help themselves to getting much better than before. I can't allow anymore external influences and self-induced problems to run my goals that I long for so very much.

Zeiitgeist of [Chen]