"not-us" shall hear
no words that "not-us" do not want to hear.
i shall only mutter
those that pleases "not-us".
it is tiring to care,
poisonous to swallow back my disappointment,
taxing to the heart to constantly showering love.
i am equally confused,
to whom do i owe these treats?
"not-us" do not know that.
i may very well not appear in the morning
to disturb your reading period,
to nag at you doing other homework
when you should be reading,
to comment on the quality of your journal writing.
yes, i may not.
not because i do not want to,
but i may not make it there.
i may die on my way to school,
it happened once - a car accident,
just at the school gate.
i was scared shit, but i survived,
not hurt at all.
what is the probability of me
having a car accident now?
you tell me,
since you've been doing so much maths homework
during reading period.
before we count our blessings,
let me be the ghost then.
i shall come in to read,
silently,
and leave,
silently.
no more words.
afterall,
it is silent reading.
maybe everyone will be happier then.
reader k | 7/14/2005 07:19:00 PM |
