Knights of the Round Table

Growing up to be a knight was no easy task,
we had to go through a rigid education system,
fight to pass our subjects,
and fight to have time enough for ourselves to watch the world change and grow even as we were catching up with our peers in being all-rounded knights of the round table.

The tables were often full,
and knights came and go,
seating positions were as fluid as the streams that flowed through
the beautiful mountainside by the castle.

The castle was one huge playground,
and it was also one cruel battlefield.
Respect was expected, but was not easily earned,
and often sparingly given.

Knights had to fight for their place,
and many nights were lonely nights spent pondering over the purpose of it all.
Knights had to care about and for fellow knights,
while the castle went ahead with its business,
banquets and celebrations went on amidst the dread and gloom of the nagging possibility of a war with the neighboring castles all in the name of glory and honor.

The peasants looked up to the knights and told their children and their children's children that they were to grow up and one day be that soldier in shining armor.
But beneath all that steel and shine,
was real flesh and blood that stood on the front lines of the battle.

Knights were prized possessions,
good table top accessories.
efficient warriors,
the representation of dreams come true,
but also pawns for power and play.

Hierarchy ruled even in the smallest of situations,
but ever so often,
the small knights would find comfort and joy in the wings of the bigger knights,
who looked upon them fondly,
and who better than anyone,
knew that the journey upwards was difficult,
and respected the simple pure notion of wanting to put on the piece of shining armor that weighed a ton upon the still fragile and immature shoulders of the little knights.

Like a stream that flows down the mountains,
like salmons swimming stubbornly against the current,
swimming against each other,
wriggling their slippery selves upon each other and getting to where it was still,
calm and where the water glimmered and shone.

Seated on the table,
dressed in full armor,
sword by the side,
in full attention.
The war that exists within the castle,
and within the confines of the knight's heart,
is one that draws the most amount of blood,
and is the one that means the most.

When this war is over,
and knights of the round table are covered in battle scars,
the war outside no longer scares them,
but excites them.

Like a city on a hill that cannot be hidden,
the knight knows not whether he/she will be the one called worthy to draw the sword out from the stone.
A light that shines,
one that flickers and dims and grows,
but nevertheless... shines.

The flame dies and the flames grows,
just as how wind can extinguish a flame,
but can also create a bonfire out of a small flame,
the knight lives in a time of trepidation,
of fear and of excitement.

Watching with beady eyes,
the shifting of the wind.
And quietly asking God,
for the patience and strength to become a flame that will withstand all winds,
and only grow bigger with each gust.

At this point,
the banquet ended.
And the tables were left empty with debris of glory,
of spilled wine,
of spilled milk,
and of bruised egos.

Till the next time my fellow warriors.
Forget not your roots,
and the people who treated you well.
But forget the thorns,
and the ones who meant you harm.

希望有一天...
我们可以。
我们不忘恩，不负义。
也不再那么无奈...
展开翅膀就有风，
而且也能够帮其他想展翅飞翔的人给予翅膀下的风...







外婆
歌: 周杰伦
作词: 周杰伦 作曲: 周杰伦

今天是外婆生日
我换上复古西装
载着外婆开着拉风的古董车兜兜兜风
车里放着她的最爱
找回属于是她的时代
往大稻埋码头开去
把所有和外公的往事静静回忆
外婆她脸上的涟漪
美丽但藏不住压抑
失去了爱情只盼望亲情
弥补回应
大人们以为出门之前
桌上放六百就算是孝敬
一天到晚拼了命
赚钱少了关怀有什么意义
外婆她的期待
慢慢变成无奈
大人们始终不明白
她要的是陪伴
而不是六百块
比你给的还简单
外婆她的无奈
无法变成期待
只有爱才能够明白
走在淡水河衅
听着她的最爱
把温暖放回口袋
记得去年外婆的生日
表哥带我和外婆参加
她最最重视的颁奖典礼
结果却拿不到半个奖
不知该笑不笑
我对着镜头傻笑
只觉得自己可笑
我难过
却不是因为没有得奖而难过
我失落
是因为看到外婆失落而失落
大人们根本不能体会
表哥他的用心
好像随他们高兴就可以彻底的否定
否定我的作品
决定在于心情
想坚持风格他们就觉得还欧颗
没惊喜没有改变
我已经听了三年
我告诉外婆 我没输 不需要改变
表哥说不要觉得可惜
这只是一场游戏
只要外婆觉得好听
那才是一种鼓励
外婆露出了笑容 说她以我为荣
浅浅的笑容
就让我感到比得奖它还要光荣
外婆她的期待
慢慢变成无奈
大人们始终不明白
她要的是陪伴
而不是六百块
比你给的还简单
外婆她的无奈
无法期待
只有爱才能够明白
走在淡水河衅
听着她的最爱
把温暖放回口袋
外婆她的期待
慢慢变成无奈
大人们始终不明白
她要的是陪伴
而不是六百块
比你给的还简单
外婆她的无奈
无法变成期待
只有爱才能够明白
走在淡水河衅
听着她的最爱
把温暖放回口袋