Called what?

Called what?
(A poem for my college friends)


Like painting over the water, like that's the our situation now
There will never result in vain ~futile ~
But we still continue
Because we have no other choice
Water flowing rhythm not care ~ don't care~
Just move on


In life sometimes we like it
Following a stream and did not dare change course
Do you believe that true?
Or are you sure you're not wrong?
All just waiting for one thing ~ truth ~
The currently in hidding until we make a mistake
After that we will arrive at the answers we seek for this

The situation is now called what?
Where we have only each other in silence
And turn on each other
Are you aware that there are errors on each of our self?
Because of the dispute which one is the two sides
Admission of guilt that awaited ... whether the words would come out of us?
Maybe after that we will not be like this again ...