The Waiting Game

Everyday is a waiting game
Throughout the years it's been the same
For Sun to rise and yellow befalls
Upon this land, upon us all

Everyday is a waiting game
An ancient rule never ashamed
For Moon to come and darkness reign
The secrets we have to keep us sane

Everyday is a waiting game
A victory i have yet to claim
Because who is to know where's the line
Blurred between reality, just so fine

Everyday is a waiting game
Maybe I've learnt enough to reclaim
My mind, the sane mother of my heart
In the midst of it, I've played my part

Like a golden rule set in stone,
This game i have not outgrown
This sick game of waiting I am forced to play
Of rules and conditions I have no say

But for how long, how long more
Do i have to wait outside this door
All I wanted was just to soar
Run, fly,swim in the wildest shores
Oh all the things I've longed for
Just an inch more to the open door

And then I hear chains upon my ankles
Reality returns as Reverie crumbles
Barren plains blurs in to focus
Alas, Disappointment frolicks through this circus

Everyday is a waiting game
I guess for now it's more or less the same
Like a cage, with bars and chains like these
But this time, let Me hold the Keys.

xxx

9/11/09

Always delighted to see us when we went over to visit, her beautiful wagging golden tail was a sight never missed. She was the first ever dog our immediate family has had and I could still remember her love for chewing our toes with her milk teeth when she just arrived. Just like her name, she was just such an adorable ball of fluff everyone loved. As she grew,she became more and more elegant in her own ways. Always regarded as the 'big sister' of the dogs, she was so gentle and would never fail to give way for her younger dog brother, Russell and dog cousins,Bubbly and Jolie. They always loved hanging around her when they went over to stay. Her love for food was another trait we would never forget; always around with her pink tongue hanging from her mouth around the dining table, hoping that bits and pieces of food will drop down to the floor. My mum would always buy bread specially for them to eat and they loved her so much for that. So far, i could see my mum taking it pretty badly,even to the point of wondering if it was the bread that killed her,which i doubt.

I wonder how's everyone over there at my grandma's house taking it, after all,she was the darling dog of the family. Especially my cousin, Nicole, who loved her so much. She was also very attached to everyone else,especially my grandma, because she was the one who would prepare their dinner. Fluffy even once went through a day or two without food because my grandma was away from home on holiday. That was how sweet she could be. Sad as it was, somehow i was glad that it was short, that she went not long after the problems started to come. At least she didn't have to suffer so much. Hopefully she'd be somewhere peaceful and taken cared of. I'm sure she would.

Your golden fur curling around my fingers,

Sleeping through the afternoon,

Ever sweet through the years,

But taken away too soon.

xxx Fluffy, you'll be missed so much.

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