Madagascar 2

"I like to move it move it,
He likes to move it move it,
She likes to move it move it,
We like to - MOVE IT!"

*Spoilers Alert!*

It's a nice movie to begin with.
The penguins are bloody hilarious since the very beginning of the movie.
It was even better than the previous one.
It makes me laugh out from my heart...
Something that which I'd lost of, and yearn for,
then I wonder what's been wrong with me.
Probably my mask have been put on my face for a time too long...
and it makes me unable to truly smile from my heart again.

The mask on all our face,
it helps conceal our dark secrets,
but when it roots deep in,
we went lost and loss ourselves.

*Heck, this is supposed to be a movie review lol.*

Freedom

I want some freedom.
I want some time.
I want some space.
I want some air.

I'm sick of all the chores.
I'm sick of all the routines.
I'm sick of all the yellings.
I'm sick of all the buggers.

I wanna feel free.
I wanna run around.
I wanna eat everything.
I wanna go sleep.

I need some time.
I need some space.
I need some air.
I need some freedom!

Unknown

Since the beginning of time,
there's always a wonder playing in the mind,
bringing forth the thought,
of that of the unknown future.

What await us in the future?
None can tell,
as none could predict,
what would be the future.

Future awaits us,
as it would be bright,
or it would be dark,
and it all depends.

Now future awaits,
as we walk into it,
and that we had walked,
had become history.

Escapade

Sometimes there just a rush within me...
And it makes me feels like running away,
from all that surrounds me,
to a place that no one knows me,
and no one would care of what I do.

Sometimes the stress we have in our life,
is just too much for us to bear,
as it suffocates us,
trying to let us acknowledge it existence...
Oh Stress... Why do thy sting?

What is our true purpose of us?
What are we born for?
What good are we, in this world?
Is there sense in what we are doing now?
The questions remain...

Sometimes, I just want to escape,
escape from responsibility, burden, stress, everything.
Yet when alone, thoughts come...
and haunt me again,
"Why... am I here?"