Numbers

How many times shall a heart shatter,
before finally realizing that it was never,
ever meant to be?

How many times must a person fall,
before finally realizing that his falls,
was totally worth it?

How many times shall an arrow,
pierce through the human body,
to be able to withheld pains?

How many sleepless nights,
shall a person endure,
to finally live the dream?

Does it even have to do with numbers?
Quantity over quality?
Or vice-versa?

To be honest,
as long as one lives,
one should never break to pieces,,
without putting up a fight, but,
how many fights should one win?

Everything has been written down,
since one was at the age of 4 months.

But even when the time comes,
if one has not been putting up with the fights,
one certainly will never be ready,
to be at the top of the hill.

Zone

These past weeks have opened my eyes,
To how fragile and weak I was,
The world is more than what
these two bear eyes could capture.
The world is full of things
that this mind need to ingest.

I found myself as though,
I'm stranded on an island,
With just one source of need,
Surrounded by deep vast blue ocean.

I could not help but,
to notice another land was somewhat a distance way,
Being seen on sunrise,
Shadowed me on sunset.

The matter of fact is,
Have I got what it takes to swim over?
Have I got the guts?
Have I the ability?
Indeed someday I need to crossover to the other side,
Cos' the time travels with no brakes.

Grey overtaking the naturals.
I've got to get there.
Leaving this comfort zone behind.
And going for the win.