Well, what's the point of being so close.
Eventually it will still be drifted away far apart.
At times, i felt that i'm as conspicuous as a glass.
I can be read by the world.
But, still people doesn't understand the message.
People may seem sorry, but they are not.
Takes a beating, i felt myself weak.
What's the point of me propelling forward,
and when i looked back, it's just getting further.
It's exhuasting.
You've made the rendezvous.
Yet, you didn't turn up.
I'm real tired you see.
I just have to go off.
I'm sorry. I don't when i will be back.
Till then. I'm off.

When it gets bigger; its gets harder.