Hoping For The Better

August was so happening.. with SG50,
with me discovering that I have LBP..
& practically, I can't drink more than 1 pint of beer.
Should I blame it on the inferior complex that cause me
to be unable to form intimate relationships with others?
Sometimes I feel so hapless, hopeless and helpless..
Everything that ends with a 'ship' now.. gets me no where..
I see how I formed a 'ship' then overtime about 2 weeks..
the 'ship' sunk.. and I feel like I am the one to be blamed..
Yet, most of the times I do not know where things went wrong
They said it takes two hands to clap. Very true,
perhaps all these while im just clapping my hands on the wall..
which hurts even more.
I was once lost, then found again.. now im lost again..
I am sure, with time i will be able to find myself again
through the right way.
All the confusion, all the contradictions, all the unhappiness..
Please go along with the August wind..
It's Sept, I'm hoping for the better.
Dedicate this old school song to everyone that feels me..



to be continued.. wake me up when September ends..