because
            darling
                         we
                               believe
                                             in
                                                  that
                                                          1%

a piece of paper really
with bunch of faces and numbers printed
all coated with green
just a piece of paper

funny how it controls the way we act, the way we talk,
it controls the future, eh?
people say it doesn't matter how much you have of it
but we all know that's the biggest *******

a piece of paper
shouldn't define where you sleep at night, what you have for breakfast
shouldn't define how you get your education, how much more successful you will be
shouldn't embody tears and hearts
shouldn't depend the loss of innocence

a piece of paper really
just a ******* sheet of paper

oh, and in case I forgot to mention,
it controls everyone's life

Our
                                         souls
are
                                                                                                                            composed
                                                         of....

darling,
don't you wish you knew?

that somebody, some angel or devil, will give you a shout out from above
just an alert to tell that your world will fall apart?

so very soon....

and maybe you could have smiled at the bullied kid and given him your peanut butter sandwich
you could have enjoyed every bits of information flooding in your brain
you could have treasured every test, quiz, and teacher
you could have told how beautiful your mom looked today
you could have told your dad that he will always be your role model
you could have given a small kiss on the cheek to your baby brother
you could have hugged your best friend a bit tighter
you could have felt the rain pattering your head
you could have told a stranger that you want them to hold on, be strong

darling, you could have, didn't you
before it all evaporated?

I truly don't understand how you do the things you do
You have taken an infant, someone not your own, but a generation down
looked at its little squirming toes
and declared that you would love it

you have taught it the most important values in life
you gave it the greatest secret you have learned in the 77 years of your life
one which I won't tell

your weak body does not represent your strong soul
the biggest heart, one which the cosmos above can't compare

you have lived and seen
the extremes of life

you have done
extraordinary things

you have breathed
the best and the greatest

yet, for a man that deserves so much, a man who even God knows deserve the whole Kingdom itself
somehow,
you humbled yourself so low that you scooped it up in your arms
and raised to a little young women

so thank you
in fact, those words do not describe but then again, what will?

Let's pretend that the rain is the droplet of silver
the wind a flicker of gold
the tree a carat of emerald
the sky a carving of sapphire and stud of diamond.

Let's just pretend that
the same old me is

beautiful.