Right now I just want to touch the stars
Go to Sai Kung tonight and see?
Birds are chirping
One gliding onto the sprise tree
A plane is flying
People are gossiping
Gathering for a made-up game
There is a rainbow
In the descending water
I wonder when I can see a bigger one
The pulsing rhythm is resonating
And then I say, I want to touch the stars
Relish in darkness
Glittered by light specks
We see the brightest star
Light 8.6 years ago
Before me is instantaneous light
Yet images of age flash in my mind
Rubbish
Rubbish I deem myself
Things I'm not here for
Keep arising
Insignificant.
I see.
The insatiable craving of excellence.
Of greatness.
Paradoxical?
I know I know nothing.
Or do I know I know nothing?
I want to know everything.
But there's always something ahead.
Insignificant.
Triviality and immensity.
I've heard you could stop time at whatever dimension.
To fulfil every wish?
Speciality.
Anticipation.
Expectation.
Disappointment.
Disappointment it is to myself.
People admire?
Admiration.
Discrepancy.
Paranoia.
Disappointment.
Discouragement!
Who is it that I am?
Am I the things I do,
or am I myself?
Musings.
Both it is.
Or neither.
Either.
Patronising?
Aloofness?
Envy.
Paranoia.
What's behind me?
People wish not to get hurt.
But then they want to know.
And then they get hurt.
"I know nothing."
I wished to know what I didn't know.
I did know, actually, but not in proximity.
And revelation!
Getting to the grand
Rising to the top
Hindered by ephemerality
Then where the hell am I?
The shy sun runs behind the hill.
Go to Sai Kung tonight and see?
Birds are chirping
One gliding onto the sprise tree
A plane is flying
People are gossiping
Gathering for a made-up game
There is a rainbow
In the descending water
I wonder when I can see a bigger one
The pulsing rhythm is resonating
And then I say, I want to touch the stars
Relish in darkness
Glittered by light specks
We see the brightest star
Light 8.6 years ago
Before me is instantaneous light
Yet images of age flash in my mind
Rubbish
Rubbish I deem myself
Things I'm not here for
Keep arising
Insignificant.
I see.
The insatiable craving of excellence.
Of greatness.
Paradoxical?
I know I know nothing.
Or do I know I know nothing?
I want to know everything.
But there's always something ahead.
Insignificant.
Triviality and immensity.
I've heard you could stop time at whatever dimension.
To fulfil every wish?
Speciality.
Anticipation.
Expectation.
Disappointment.
Disappointment it is to myself.
People admire?
Admiration.
Discrepancy.
Paranoia.
Disappointment.
Discouragement!
Who is it that I am?
Am I the things I do,
or am I myself?
Musings.
Both it is.
Or neither.
Either.
Patronising?
Aloofness?
Envy.
Paranoia.
What's behind me?
People wish not to get hurt.
But then they want to know.
And then they get hurt.
"I know nothing."
I wished to know what I didn't know.
I did know, actually, but not in proximity.
And revelation!
Getting to the grand
Rising to the top
Hindered by ephemerality
Then where the hell am I?
The shy sun runs behind the hill.