Creep
Tonight, as I roam the streets, getting into bus 145 on the way home. Taking the road seldom used. It seem to me that I'm hardly true to myself these days. Maybe its the persistant cough. Maybe its the job. Maybe its gotta do with Frank bumping into Honda Fit leaving me with nothing to look forward to. Busy busy busy. I hardly even have time to think. To pause and ponder.
Sometimes, I could feel it. Like something is showing me some sign. Tonight, I remember, how I always read the signs around me. Someone once told me, being aware of your situation gives you advantage. Cos most around you are drones. They drift. Aimlessly. Yes, some with Benz, some decked in Armani, but they still drift. Drones, apparently, come in many shapes and sizes. I looked around today while I was in the CBD. Young execs in smart wear. And suddenly I wondered, why am I there?
Sometimes, I could feel it. Like something is showing me some sign. Tonight, I remember, how I always read the signs around me. Someone once told me, being aware of your situation gives you advantage. Cos most around you are drones. They drift. Aimlessly. Yes, some with Benz, some decked in Armani, but they still drift. Drones, apparently, come in many shapes and sizes. I looked around today while I was in the CBD. Young execs in smart wear. And suddenly I wondered, why am I there?
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