Who knows the meaning of the sorrow in a smiling of someone who cannot cry?
Thursday, October 11, 2012
Why. Dear friend, 'why'.
I have been said that i have to join the 'role-playing' game.
The given reason was that everyone does so.
So once i tried hard.
At the front, longed for taking the main puppet.
Never seen the puppeteer.
Never seen a mouth saying have seen the puppeteer.
Instead, was said that we share our part.
My role was to take a part and avoid stigmatisation.
I wondered why.
I asked why.
People said why was a laziness.
Why was an immaturity.
But why never died in me.
Disguising like a 'no-why' intelligent,
I strived to be role-responsible.
When a gray street relied on me,
My heart started pumping.
'why' bursted out.
It was worth my life throwing into it.
And then, when no one asked why,
I was answered why.
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