Till now, I still can't
understand why
I find it hard to
say goodbye.
Maybe it's because,
I've known you for long
so I'm not used to having a pause.

I really yearn
to earn
to learn
why it'll burn
if I lose my turn.

I often see politics appearing on
news, but
I think I know that it's all scripted.

I occasionally see people rioting on
television,
though I'm not sure if they're fighting
with the right motion.

This might not come to mind, but
how innocent was it on 1999?
Oh, how I wish I was born before
infections could be airborne.
For all I know, I never know when I'll go.

In school, people act like a fool,
meaning to win people who drool.
Meanwhile, the mature sit back and
relax,
but not forgetting to watch
their backs;
they can be evil,
but they dislike befriending the devil.
Thoughts and prayers sent when
friends die,
however none given when
people cry.
Bullying is a must,
but it's only the crust.

I could write 56 poems if I wanted
to,
but only one of them would be true.
I have yet to become a mature
adult,
but why does it feel like my heart is
cobalt?
Reading will never equate to our brains,
but understanding provides a textbook
filled with solution;
knowledge is essential,
but so is our motion -
it's the potential drive that influences the notion.

Frantically rioting for
rights,
hysterically forgetting about
future rights.
Control this,
control these,
**** - they ask -
could there ever be peace?
Forget the list;
useless destruction of the dungeon
hiding the white pigeons,
burying the treason.
The reach, walk on a beach,
the jobless,
wants to make them preach,
only causing a glitch.

Getting to heaven,
seems like an impossible level.
Though, the forgiven
somehow gets a glimpse of the marvel.
People acknowledge facts,
but they worship cheques;
for that is their way
of filling up the cracks.
All of these bitter explanation
better have a logical debate.
Hell, even a simple mark of exclamation
can have a ****** rebate.
Eat the bars
of hell,
while you hear screamings in
your cell.

Outside, I'm a genius.
Through the other side,
I'm actually just filled with
random ideas,
unpredictable madness,
sudden need of freedom
from this crazy kingdom.
I want to fly,
but when I look at the sky,
I only can dream to try.
Filling up my head with loneliness,
a subtle touch of hollowness,
in this empty harness
trying to protect my fears
from the curse.