If my fear is fed with luxury,
It will explode when luxury is removed,
If my doubt is led with a trajectory,
It will expand many fold with no direction,
If my mouth is gagged with money,
My mouth will scream with no munching cream,
If my thought is congested with guided rules,
One day my mind may force me to take the stick,
Prepare the cocktails and break all the hard work,
What I have been taught as a child,
May guide me for a while,
My irrational mind works as the devil,
When I am faced with slight confrontation,
My eyes are popped out while my tongue flutter,
My crazy heart jumps as the squirrel,
I am on the street, yelling, shouting,
Rummaging, gathering and destroying…
before every storm there is peace,
but lessons never been learned,
how to survive during the storm,
not in the well served dorms…
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