Imaginative
When I walk beside the river,
I imagine the wind beneath the sky,
and the sunshine above,
look amazingly real.
Not the touch of the beauty of the nature.
The tall building beside me looks fatastic.
Things happen inside and,
people wlaking in and out,
make me imagine I came to a different world.
They don't look beautiful to me,
in real life,
in this beautiful town of Montreal.
Looking so real,
everyone pays for their living.
And,
life is as busy as it can get,
to some people.
I just,
walk by.
The west touches me.
Imagine I am not Chinese,
and the royalty that Chinese people possess.
Imagine I leave this beautiful town.
Wind and sunshine else where will not touch me the same,
and,
people there,
don't look beautidul to me,
in real life,
they pay for their living.
And, life can be busier,
to most of the people.
Oh, what am I thinking.
Different life style and thinking system of the east and the west.
So I can not decide.
Imagine I will not have these "wild" thinking,
rather, not that wild.
Then what can this be,
can someone let me know.
I don't know,
just imagine.
Because I went to the Casino beside the St-Laurent river,
just at the time F-1 Fomula race is on going.
My dearest profession,
the personnels and the racers of the F-1 Fomula race,
does not look clear under the sunshine.
And,
I went to the Casino,
beside the St-Laurent river. |