Claustrophobic life
I lie down on the ground
I can hear no more sound
The sky seems closer
I just need to see better
I make an effort to stretch my hand
I can touch clouds soft as sand
They say I'm guilty for not being happy
And that all I need is therapy
But there is no cure for me to heal
I feel for something not real
I followed their birdcalls
Now I'm trapped within invisible walls
What's in a claustrophobic life
Make me colourblind
And I shall enjoy this halflife
Maybe some sleep I shall find
The world is my lovely prison
Someone is calling from the outside
Or is it from the inside
Anyway I like the taste of this slow poison
The world made me a slave
Telling me how to behave
I accept being a slave
And freedom I shall not crave
The world put me in a cage
Waiting for me to come of age
I do not have enough courage
To fly away from my birdcage
What's in a claustrophobic life
Sing me a beautiful aria
And I shall enjoy this nonlife
Let me embrace my beloved insomnia
The missing quatrain:
I hate this feeling of incompleteness
I feel powerless and everything smells of madness
Hello my charming suicide bride
I can’t breathe… Will you help me with some cyanide
I can hear no more sound
The sky seems closer
I just need to see better
I make an effort to stretch my hand
I can touch clouds soft as sand
They say I'm guilty for not being happy
And that all I need is therapy
But there is no cure for me to heal
I feel for something not real
I followed their birdcalls
Now I'm trapped within invisible walls
What's in a claustrophobic life
Make me colourblind
And I shall enjoy this halflife
Maybe some sleep I shall find
The world is my lovely prison
Someone is calling from the outside
Or is it from the inside
Anyway I like the taste of this slow poison
The world made me a slave
Telling me how to behave
I accept being a slave
And freedom I shall not crave
The world put me in a cage
Waiting for me to come of age
I do not have enough courage
To fly away from my birdcage
What's in a claustrophobic life
Sing me a beautiful aria
And I shall enjoy this nonlife
Let me embrace my beloved insomnia
The missing quatrain:
I hate this feeling of incompleteness
I feel powerless and everything smells of madness
Hello my charming suicide bride
I can’t breathe… Will you help me with some cyanide
5 comments:
hi jimmy! charmaine here!! your blog is finally up and going well! i like the pictures. so u're frm mauritius?? tts so cooL! u speak french there right?
Hi Charmaine. You are the first person to post a comment on my blog. I'm so pleased that I could scream my joy to the world.
Yes. I'm from Mauritius (Not so far away from Singapore) and I speak english, french and creole. I just finished reading your latest post and you seem to be impatiently waiting for CNY. Here, we will be celebrating CNY on a national level on Sunday.
oh i see jimmy... we have 3 days off in singapore. almost everything's closed on these three days cuz everyone will b out visiting.. =) french's cool! im learning german now..
Hi jimmy,
I’m really impressed about your blog, it’s interesting, enriching also…simply great. I like your writings too…it’s full of emotions and profound.. I said to myself “Is this the same Jimmy I’ve met at work”. Indeed, what a better way for me to get to know about you, I mean ‘your true self’, coz as you’ve said ‘we see each other very rarely’. Hey, you’ve got good taste for your favourite movies… I’ve only seen a few of them coz I’m only an ‘amateur’.
Hope you’re doing fine…
Ciao!
Hi Natacha. I hope you're doing fine. Thanks for the nice comment. I appreciate it very much. It's very encouraging... makes me want to write more.
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