方向

时光在指尖流淌

像流木般悄然无息                                                                                

就好像冬日的暖阳                                                                                

让人舒适和安心                                                                                 

可当你回首时                                                                                        

阳光会刺痛双眼                                                                              

让无所不适                                                                                  

你会彷徨                                                                                    

像个无助的孩子                                                                              

在自己的童话界                                                                              

失去了方向                                                                                  

你呆呆的站在原地                                                                            

看着拼命向前奔跑的少年                                                                      

可声音却湮没在人潮中                                                                        

一张张目无表情的脸                                                                          

从你身旁穿梭而过                                                                            

你绝望的蹲下来                                                                              

用双臂紧紧地拥抱着自己
你能做的也只是这样而已