A garden green now weeds and thorns,
A life once happy now tattered and torn,
A flower once blooming has withered away,
A magical night has turned into a tiring new day.
A bright young face now wrinkled with age,
A wonderful movie start now stuck on a second class stage.
A warm day turned into a freezing night,
A brave person now runs in fright.
A freshly painted house now peeling and dirty,
A sucessful person now is unworthy.
A strong marriage now broken and weak,
A wonderful future now is bleak,
Things that should have been are not,
I guess that’s what we get for thought.

5/31/89

Whirling, whirling, the world of Fate,
We lost our Princess, We lost our Saint.
Who will save the world from despair,
Is there another waiting out there?

Whirling, whirling, the world of News,
Everything changes, point of views.
And we now stand on the verge,
Of information we must purge.

Whirling, whirling, the world of Hate,
A request for peace, a standing to Late.
We watched with not so blind eyes,
As someone repeated their lies.

Whirling, whirling, the world of Transportation,
Where now clones can take teleportation.
And in the future I see,
The past returning back to me.

Whirling, whirling, the world of Fate,
Toss and turn till it’s too late.
For this will be a better year,
As I see the sky begin to clear.

12-31-97