I, you.

Do you not know?
I walked out on life
still standing here;
not my soul.

I wish I can say
it is free and happy.
Lies.
Pressed and stretched to its limit
somewhere I could not find.
I lost it
the day I lose you.

An object; my body
does its job well in daily life
but none is done with passion
all are done under an obligation.

Too busy I am
searching for my soul;
in vain.

I know.

I would find it
If I,
you.


2159 hours (11/06/09)