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my oh my
I thought that today could be another day,
but instead like any other day,
I can only go on to some passerby,
this is so decieving of someone
who cannot respect another's life
so please be gone so
this is like some echoing demeanor
like voices that keep coming
like others
they speak
yet, if only I could just refuse
so this ticking goes on
like some service
that cannot be
and then that came to me
this maiden in disguise
this saint up high
this person that could have been
a meant to be
was only some fiction
out of a book
that they call a bible
that may not have been
a past unravel
how I wish I can be me
but that had gone to chance
that somehow I wish this would end
Yet this is the only way somebody can go on
like a disguise they say
like a habitual demand that could have stopped
like how Mohammed once said that it was through the hands of God
that he had written those text
yet my oh me
how I don't believe in such idle misery
I wish that I could
somehow so soon
that I wish that is true,
but this cannot be
since I don't know me