De Javu

A cup of coffee... Thick and black... Welcomed the morning... In the beginning of December... Has gazed at the year end... Felt short... If busy every day... Felt long... If being waited for...

The sacrifice... It was the shape from the sincerity... That made us willing... Did anything... Although must lose... Like humankind... Obeyed the order... Avoided the ban... From the Lord... The Mighty of Power...

The failure was the normal matter... Often happened in the life... However... Accepted the failure... Not something that was easy... Because of the reality... Occasionally bitter... So as... The prayer... The hard work... Felt no use...

I knocked on the door... Was said by me greetings... However did not yet have the answer... Although my hands were wounded... Although millions of second were waiting... Will continue I knocked on your door... Until being open for me...

Live... The life... It was the process... Not always straight... Sometimes happy... Sometimes the sorrow... Always changed... Like humankind... Give birth to the world... Had the aim... Not merely lived..