mindless thoughts

mulling by Alistair Chong

we could
probably fall
into an endless hole
want to die
but never stop it all
but i don't know why

i want to change this

inspiration by Alistair Chong

we could live our dreams
in our own sleep
or we could take a step
break getting it
and be in others'

everyday figures

mind blown by Alistair Chong

there are six billion
wouldn't it just amaze you
a population
and a world around the sun

correctly

tree in a forest by Alistair Chong

if a tree falls in a forest
who would know
if it rains in a desert
where would it go
if a mountain fell
would it show
some things
you could never know

wherever it is

running by Alistair Chong

we can run from who we are
we can hate the so called scar
we can look in a mirror
and scream
we could run

unknowing

wherever we go by Alistair Chong

we could save the world
and they wouldn't care
we could break down walls
and never be seen

a hero

impossibility by Alistair Chong

i swear you were always
the one for me
i guess it's safe knowing
that you'll never see
a word i write
or you will unknowingly
i guess i'm over
breaking up inwardly
always denied it anyway

somewhere before

paths we take by Alistair Chong

i wish i knew
what i do now
when i was young
i wish we did
things differently
back then
i wish these weren't just dreams
like it felt like then
now all it is is a dream

late or early

reassurance by Alistair Chong

sometimes
we just need to sit awake
just before the dawn
anticipate the sun rising
just to remember
that the world is round
that we'll live another day

bounding

childhood dreams by Alistair Chong

if only
my heart would pound
bound through my lungs
steal the air from me
if only
one would come around
she would have sung
and made this song complete

never

wishes by Alistair Chong

where should we
go tonight
a question we ask so light
dark and quiet

futility

rage by Alistair Chong

breaking walls
or slamming doors
a lot of frustration inside

originals

therapies by Alistair Chong

just because you don't see
doesn't mean
this isn't my therapy
i'll do it until i don't care

you don't really follow

get real by Alistair Chong

can we really follow our dreams
or is a dream all it is
a fictional fantasy and an unreal reality
that we indulge
in the morning daydream
or the midnight sleep