By A.J Tjan
Soul contrives mortal respond
Solitude sharpens senses and bond
The whims of inner mirror
Glean pieces of our past
Live in the corner no more
Saw glimmering light abides in her eyes
I gaze in exuberance of spirit
Longing to weave the moon of humanity
Once a fugitive of dinasty’s shadow
Yearn for freedom to grow
Unfurl the complexity of inquiries
Reckon number of trophies
Swim between ticking clock and dying flesh
Slice of Thoughts 