My "Sampan"

Time passes by,
Day by day,
Some wish it would stop,
While others wish it would never end.

The wind blows,
One day or another,
Sometimes calm and soothing,
Wild and cold on others.

Seasons change,
As certain as the sun would rise and set,
People change,
Indefinitely, yet just as certain.

As the world go by,
I paddle through in my little “sampan”,
Battling rough waves,
Enjoying every bit of calm surrender.

Far away is the horizon,
Yet somewhere out there,
I’m certain of a shore,
There I paddle towards day by day.

Yet large waves seem small,
When battled with another,
My “sampan” isn’t barren anymore,
For now, it’s filled with love…

Note: I always believe in optimism, even though I dont practice it alot. Love, it's more than just an expression, it is practically everything we base our life upon. With love everything is possible, and impossible. To define love is like to define life. The fact that humanity is still lost, proves that time nor experience thought anyone what it truly means. But what we do know, is love shapes us, craddle us, and thus the world as we know it.

Why a sampan? Haha...first of all, what is a sampan.... It is a little boat, used by both rich and poor, for, well many reasons. Usually you would find sampans only in rivers, lakes, and small bodies of water. maybe at the shore or coastline of the sea. It can be a device of transport, leasure, or even a source of income. Such a simple technology have blessed many with it's age old uses. It represents a great deal of culture too, especially for people who depend much on rivers, lakes and its many treasures. So why a sampan? Simply, because it is simple yet it survived time and still today, it is build by the hands of our people!

Again, the beauty of poetry is that it is free. Free for everyone the interpret it how they see fit. There is no wrong, there is no right. (not like the school poetry we studied, def:...... etc etc). of course, the author of a poem had something in his or her mind when it was scribbled, but the perfection is achieved when readers could connect and enjoy it in their bit of world.

Well, that is a little bit of what i think. Like i said before, I'm yet to find the talent in me. This is just probably some empty scribbles of nothing. But then again it's somewhat long for "nothing".. :P