Andre Li
Cannon Writer
It is some street breeze
After an afternoon snooze
A stream of sunshine
Into a long-abandoned palace
A lakeshore wood is an escapement cave
A higher institution is a casino
Toward the basement is the pre-gambling assembly
With vintage friends, and all whites and blacks
An accelerating descend
A restrained heart after 400 million second
To open, to close
To see, to leave
A passage to be remarked
A present to be revealed
Some unpleasant quietness into the hall
Like the time has never been moved
Boredom and tiredness would never be forgiven
But, identity
Your face is like your old face
Can our faith still be our faith?
Speech is tangible vocabularies
Yet stress is the intangible burden
A frozen palace, a harsh reality
One to win, the other to lose
Black percentage on a white paper
The winner never takes all
But the loser always takes nothing
Gambling drives people crazy
Greediness even makes protons break
So please let the time pause, my lord
Direct me back to that summer woods
If there is a solution to restructure our bonds
I noticed a glimpse of darkness
And a mirage from the sea
Where Santiago brought back a whole giant marlin
Let me escape from the palace
An institution should have human instinct
Some street breeze, and embrace the nature
And the last glare of the sun upon my head
Please let me escape from the palace
There will be no more power to battle
One day ends, but like tens and hundreds of years
Black and whites, all will combine into grays