Once upon a time when I was a young teenager
It was either Gawai or Christmas, I don't quite remember
It was after midnight, that's what I can recall
My cousin and I talked about the future and all
She asked me what will I be when I grow up
I always knew what I wanted but then I sat up
I told her "let me tell you a story I once read"
But it was all fabricated right in my head
She loved the story but there was no ending
As we both fell asleep, in fact she was snoring
The next day I woke up I don't remember what she said
But I told myself "that was a good book I read"
I used to feel like a shapeless shadow
Often I imagined myself a cruel black widow
Often I imagined killing those who gave me the look
Those who roamed around like a textbook
But it was that story that I told my cousin
A story so pure that gave me the reason
To craft my verbs without profanity
To mash up my stanzas of reality
To explore, express, impress and influence
To walk out of the room leaving a turbulence
For plans change but dreams never do
And I changed, owing nothing speaks of you
-PRK-
