大陆的轨迹

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2009-10-25 Beijing

Not

Not just me

Suffering from my expectations of life.

(If only I know what they are)

Not the fault of trashy movies, pulp fictions

Addictive online games or seductive commercials

Not even money, the cold, smelly sticky treasure

Not just me

Looking for the whisper of trees and fish in clear waters.

Without realizing it.

Despising hypocrites but chanting with them

Hating fervent idiots yet encouraging them

With silence and blurred grumbles

Then despise myself for being so damn smart

(Of course, what else did you expect?)

Not remembering friends’ birthday and our anniversaries

Not expecting others to remember mine

When the horn of night subdues all noises

Not just yearning for the ointment of love

(Yet what a nice illusive word, nice for its illusiveness)

Not sure what passions can achieve

They burn up as fast as toilet paper

(Oh ja, even smell like bitter ashes after that)

Not just these though

There are some other nots:

Not to demand the whole world from a man/woman

Not to select a belief from the shelf

Provided by those who rule

Not to pretend that saints have signed a treaty with them

Not to take our life as the right one

I prevail, yet I’m alone.

These are not my lines.

I did

Not write them.