Happy Birthday Dad

27 February 2013

I am walking on my way home now

This housing cluster is so quite, I wish to be this calm until the end of the road

I am walking alone with my head down

Trying to catch one good memory to distract the burden away

I found one, it was with my dad

It was when I am about 8 years old, formerly also was a thinker kind

If I recall that that time again I begin to realized that was when this pattern begins

This restless mind must be tricked sometimes

I used to distracted myself with television, a lot

Thinking rather drag my focus on commercial breaks than struggle with such conflicted heart

Back then we only have one big screen television on the living room

A big pacifier when mom and dad were asleep, or so I thought

That was where I belong

When disturbing thoughts keep creeping me out

Cling on to the remote where I put up hopes

"seed me some happy thoughts"

Till I fall asleep

This isn't a tale of broken home

Because there was a father, my father

Carry me up to bed in the middle of my sleep

Carefully mind his steps, afraid to wake his daughter up

Gently tuck me into my bed

Made me feel like a princess that has been saved from a haunted castle

That was the moment when I finally could feel safe

That was the moment when I ensured I wasn't alone

That was the time I knew, I have a wonderful dad