Crowded* street on this day
Crowded mind on my brain
Crowded people around me
Crowded places in this world
Crowded tweet in my timeline
Crowded capture on instagram
Crowded replies from my friends
Crowded government on my country
Crowded tragic around me
Crowded people whose try find the truth

But,
There's a quiet person took a pen
Started to write on the beloved diary
And he asked to God,
Why this world is so *crowded?



God answered

My son, this world is too crowded because,
people didn't thank for their graces.
People always find their wanted on their own,
They didn't let it all to me

He replied
**Oh, God, start from this day, I will thank you for my graces from YOU

Staring at the crowded hallway
Just like what I usually do everyday
Everyones going on their own way
Some are shouting, but I cant hear what they say.

Staring at the crowded hallway
Seeing some students just wanted to play
If you tell them to go to class
They'll make faces as if they don't want to stay

Staring at the crowded hallway
watching everyone walk
while some are just there to talk
Staring and hearing their footsteps
Tapping on the floor
While teachers-- students are chilling near the door.
Talking about everything like they know for sure.

Staring, observing, knowing
Every little detail
hearing every sound.
Tappings on the floor, creaking of the door, and still trying to look for more

Everyones with their friends
talking like theres no end
and Im here playing pretend
Going to cafeteria before the bell rings
While im alone staring at the crowded busy hallway
minutes passed its not crowded anymore, but one things for sure
Im still here left alone.