Pasir Ris ( I've been here a long time)

an overwhelming air of mid-teen bliss,
hormones raging,
weakly corrupted by conscripted pains.
digital dreams
scraping my eardrums,
quietly suburban lanes.

the breeze blows cooler here,
Sun's little daggers,
find their blades dulled.
thick fluffy down that slows you,
willingly.

ruined by company,
yet leaving you lonely,
mind you, you're twenty!

awaken to chimes on bicycles,
to bodies of water,
small benches at bus-stops.
I see myself at every corner,
I've walked every path of the park.
the longer I stare,
slowly,
growing smaller.

almost home.

you're right, you're absolutely right.

the origin of angst



" We don't need no education
We dont need no thought control"