NAPATSORN TREESAP

Ran out of the train to be friend with pain
Saying no more trick again, saying it’ll never work
Saying “I’ll change again,” With the voice that I’ve never heard
Chance is just a word— 
Don’t you think so?

A million promises in dreams, 
A billion-breaking scream,
A trillion trophy for trusting,
A silly thing of love 

A blurry future of you and me,
A picture of our reality,
Faded like our own destiny
Filtered with melancholy—
And a blind faith

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