One way - Two ways

Lonely walked on the street

Environment, atmosphere, people..

Everything looks fake and unreal in eyes

Included myself

Think of few years ago-myself

Have a sincere and pure passion

Have a big dream

Have a goal

Have a branch of friends

Have a feel to be alive

Striking hard to step up

One step, following by one step

That is a real me...

Now, look back on myself

Though still alike a human

Can walk, can sing, can laugh

but that is not a real me

Pure smile became fake smile

Drived passion became robotic passion

Undesigned life became mechanic life

Seems a dull doll

Abandoned by the owner

It still looks like a doll

But its souls already lost

It can't remember

Who it is, where it lives, what it wants

It just remembered that it has no heart now

Like a flying kite

There is no the end

But is the end for itself

Saying goes: there are many ways to let us choose

You can choose to out or in

But now myself is stucked

Everything in myself is blocked

There is no one who blocked me

But is myself

For me, just know that

I just have one way to choose

At least in this moment

It is......