as the days slowly trickle past i ask myself why
and the answer is clear
the answer is fear
the answer is irrelevance
and the question looms overhead
"where do we go now?"
i am weak this i know
and crave for the comfort of familiarity and perhaps stability too
yet i love spontaneity and the adrenaline rush
this is where lies the paradox
can the little sampan dock at what has become a huge habour?
or perhaps as the little sampan hopes, both she and the habour have gotten bigger together and everything is really the same size.
the USA has the little red choochoo and singapore has the little wooden sampan
sail little sampan sail
Entry @ 5:37 PM;
Tuesday, June 02, 2009