my digitized life // john hwang

*shrug*

I was working on a paper late into the night early this morning and just wanted to write this so I did:

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Would someone give me a light to hold;
I feel as if the light that kept me warm
betrayed me for the dark and cold.
Images of smileless faces all around me
with streaking tears from joyless eyes;
clouding the mind of ambition’s trust
issuing world of ideas but the time.

Now without a care in the world or me,
it seems the floor has let me go.
Falling and sliding through tunnels,
which envelope my sense of direction,
I don’t feel free at all but only fear
of timeless emptiness in the future.
I want to be free of all this unknown.

Wondering when or where I would see
the light that will make my eyes sting
after all that time without reflections.
It’ll be the most extraordinary gift
as life is appreciated for all its worth.
Putting my ambition into the works,
I suddently wake up from all of this.
Wiping away the tears staining my face,
I thank my Lord and Savior for inspiring me.