Choose before it becomes Inevitable.

Singly interpreted for one human or another
A lost world to fornicate with the devil and his lovers
Letters scribbled in paper some read or move and mutter
The choice to be bound or just press forward like no other
To live it all blind, with eyes that have shutters
To press on with your shades, laying in bed under covers
Fretting to face the world and the trials that may stutter
The slogan that unravels the truth about your mother
Close kin you 'knew' but secrets left deep with your dead brother
Buried down beneath, you take your shovel to dig and uncover
You hit a rock, something hard, it leaves a bang within your----

*Sounds mute. You went deaf. Blind and deaf. Which one would you have rather?



_Wong.