I will stand alone in the midst of this ageing world,
carrying none with me,
Having this frail hands hold to nothingness,
No longer shouldering those golds gallantly,
Those words that enlighten shall loss their shines.
Nor even a pair of magical legs that fly me to the sky.
Despair, definitely I will be.
But I shall let it be,
Don't mind it.
Because those were never meant to be mine.
Even every seconds of standing here up till now,
Is nothing more than just a lease.
Everything is borrowed.
I possess nothing.