what if the arms that catch you,

what if is a fantastic phrase.

anyways, bringing to you the awesomeness (or crappiness) that is the product of inspiration, touching stories, and not paying attention in class.

[acute lack of title]

reduced to hound dogs,
content to overtake,
to run towards an unknown goal,
no rest for the weary

caged in walls of fading beige,
under the weight of those initials.

see with eyes unseeing,
hear with ears unhearing,
thoughts, words,
lump in throat

caged in walls of fading beige,
under the weight of those initials.

forced to listen
droning monotone,
lazy to join
the chorus of rebellious chatter

caged in walls of fading beige,
under the weight of those initials.

between Scylla and Charybdis,
parents, teachers, friends,
struggle to find peace
drowning in the raging seas

caged in walls of fading beige,
under the weight of those initials.

soon, the wait is over,
I'll walk out of here,
into a bigger, nicer cell,
forevermore

caged in walls of faded beige,
under the weight of those initials.

Damn you lah Raffles! Had to land here.

catch you by surprise.