浮生飄絮 （六十三：夢．落荒）

    
        (shanjing)

I had a rediculous dream: 
A lost child I became
In a strange place:
Couldn't remember my name,
Nor could I find the way home.

While reconning in the wildness,
There came another homeless boy,
 Who shared his story withe me,
That he used to live between two worlds:

"When I was away,
I missed my folks terribly,
And couldn't wait to fly back home."

"When I was home,
Somehow, after a while
I couldn't stay 'd wanted to leave."

"Please do not  ask me why,
For I have not got an answer."

Feeling sorry for this innocent boy,
I just couldn't help wondering:
"Who knows how many years later,
When life becomes a handful of ashes,
Where to rest in peace, 
Who'd really be sure?
Should one really care?"

            2010.4.