When it gets late, peaceful how.
When it gets loud, reticent how.
Life is in such a mess,
disorganized, distorted.
I like twilights but only with moonbeam,
I like rains but only with the sun.
What's the matter vanguard?
did your mom stress you out?
did your boss break you down?
where is all that infused with energy,
replenish with hope, inspired with confidence?
Was that a another man's lie?
And the radio sings
it's a long way down on this roller coaster,
The last chance streetcar went off the track,
And you'er on it.
Edward Chen
Feb, 9, 98
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