Lost On a Paradise ( Found Poem)

William Golding: Lord of Flies


Lost on an island.  It was a pleasure.
Beach, water，sand covering my shoes.
The sky is glittering, dazzling to an infinity.
Away from school, I see shimmering faces from my Piggy.

Shadow of the mountains reflected on the lake.
Rich soil on the ground.
Let's go fishing.

We shall explore the forest, so dark and mysterious.
Pink granites are all natural, never see it back in town.
Birds are yellow and red, with green feathers.

We will have a great time.

Futureless is the true future

I am waiting, for a dream future to come.

So I built a time travel machine, trying to seek the future.

When I went to 2052, all I saw was, true future-less.


No one walks on streets, no books or magazines,  and no free minds I see.


I see a man getting arrest, for walking on the empty street.


I see this man getting brain washed.

I see this man losing himself, as how everybody else lost themselves.



Maybe I should go back now.

This place is hopeless.