Still

When each day is like searching,
there must be something wrong inside.
When you always look for someone,
emptiness might have consumed you.
Longing is sweet, but heartbreaking too.

Still, the world seems not big enough,
and your heart will never be fulfilled.
It's so weird to have so many friends,
but in one go you find no lull within.
It's just pointless to grab one's shadow.

Still, we love to do anything trifling,
and we like to make everyone happy.
But all at once comes a bad question:
who will then make 'me' happy?
Yet this is not a selfish mess at all.
This is where you won't find answer,
and then the world seems to stand still.

Still, you just don't have any idea,
why the very person you have fun with,
might at once stand there with no word.
Is it true that amity is about searching?
Is it ever true that this is wrong hoping?

Stillness can become quietness,
and quietness may turn into blankness.
Perhaps what you surely need now,
is not your struggle to comprehend,
but a simple stand of being understood.

So ask a friend to understand you.
If you never did, simply ask one now.
It shouldn't be so hard to ask for a heart.
And at the end of the long dark corridor,
you'll be counted smoothly and candidly,
by your still friend.