This device in which they call, "phone," has now become a source of sadness every time I set my eyes on it and the first word that my eyes encounter is "Mummy" red green cut pick Which one should I do? I am stuck in the world between those two The green might bring joy or pain, for her voice most of time times makes me feel disdain Pick: my grades. Distraction, I face That's all she ever says and whenever any good words come out of her mouth, they don't last long because they come with warning reminding me that I can be foolish most of the times Red I pick, punishment I feel. Pain, I'm inflicted I guess she is my supreme being Never will she admit that from her mouth, but when I cut the call, I remember that she made love and I was the result so if not for her, I would not be in this world.
But then ... I'm stuck in the world between those two. No red No green No cut No pick I just let it ring and dance to the rhythm.