Moja.

Art : Pretty.

By Sakuan.

You know what I am, you know what we are, we know what we are, some of us don’t know but we are special, do you see this, I have never seen anything like this. Where does hard work come from, where do people get the urge to work? If that is taken away what are they going to do then? I wonder and keep on wondering but to no avail do I get the answers my brains ponder. I wonder and more wonders come by, the way I express myself I hope someone understands me, I hope I am not misunderstood, I cannot help that so oh well, I guess you have to take life for what it is. I work hard, at least I think I do, whoever decides that better come onto my side and tell me what I am doing wrong or right, who cares anymore? Some things go your way and others don’t, that is the reality of life itself. I hope I become a someone someday, I keep saying that, I have been saying that for the past ten years and yet nothing happens. I’m on the right path, at least in my head, I can only think for myself, I can only give myself what I want, I can only care with my heart, I can become something, all I have is belief and hope because that is all I have in this unfair experience we call life. What else can we do? What else can I do? To some what I am doing might be special and to others complete pointless because what is stopping a machine from taking your job, well I don’t do this for a job, I do this because it keeps me sane, if a job comes with it then I guess lucky me.

By Nu Nazareth.

R.I.P Major Manowari.