SERENDIPITY

Some people spend their life to walk. 
Some people spend their life to watch. 
Some people pass their life by running. I wait. 
Only. 

To what a life could be.. 
To what this will end.. 
To what this share the feel.. 
To what I regret for years.. 
To what I stay in guilty.. 

A poet lives by words. 
A poem lives by hands. 
Water lives by flux. 
The life lives by reason. 
You live by who you want.  

This written thing echoes miles away could be. 
What reason? 
What for? 
What mean? What life? What of what? 
This would be such impossible true of the false. 
And the possible false of the true. What could be?  

All of those thing. Am trying to say, I still believe in one undiscover thing to be one in one of mine. 

Don't! Don't walk to me, don't! Am waiting for the serendipity.. 

Serendipity..