Gleaming White Lily

Cracked, barren mud layered with dust

Little green bloom in the wasteland rust

Glimmer of hope, but how could it grow

with nothing but tragic loss to know?

Crying, mourning, knowing the fact

that Little Green Bloom will be no more than that

Sweet little angel, tainted by time

Wishing to save you, hoping you’ll be fine

Departing with life, returning in years

Thinking of you, holding back fears

Little Green Bloom that I left back at home

Now Gleaming White Lily, inner strength made you grow

Every Single Thing I Do Not Know

For every single thing I do not know,
there are 12 more things I don’t know I don’t know.
You may be confused, so to make myself clear,
I know that I don’t know just why I am here.
But on top of that, there are 12 missing links
that I never thought I ever would think,
like the next great invention
or what was your intention.
And what things I know that are actually wrong,
or if she really was there all along.
Or maybe even if nothing is real,
including the way that you said that you feel.
And how about when the world will end,
or the reason why I am still your friend?
There’s also what makes up the stars and the moon,
plus what I will do now that I’m without you.
And here are two that I cannot forget:
Why you love me so strong yet have so much regret.