As a timid child
Lost in a crowded subway
Turning around in every direction,
Suppressing a cry of horror,
Searching and waiting,
All alone,
With wintry wind and pelting rain outside,
With a crumb hope.
He sees...
Everyone's got a direction,
moving rapidly,
chasing after time and opportunities,
But not him,
He's moving slowly,
As the chased flew past.
He is lost.
Poor poor soul,
Lost in a sea of humans,
Lost in his own fears,
Lost in his own indecisiveness .
What should he do?
Whom should he follow?
Which road should he take?
God,
guide him, console him,
Poor poor soul.
Hold his hands,
Walk him through this tunnel,
As suffocating silence descended,
For he's scared,
Of what's lying ahead,
Of what's left behind.
Of what tomorrow will be,
Of what yesterday has been.
-alck-
p/s : i failed to obtain any scholarships. So, i am going to study Form 6. Wish me luck! :)
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