The Moving Finger writes, and having writ,
Moves on: nor all your Piety nor Wit
Shall lure it back to cancel half a line,
Nor all your tears wash out a Word of it.

The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam - Quattrain 71.

Saturday, November 01, 2003

If poems can tell a thousand words
I shall make use of them to express everything.
Seriously,
your lit aint good
still i'm gonna make you understood,
be it a metapher,
you just need to decipher
Dun ruine your own future,
to think it's up to your teacher
dun think ten points aint nothing,
actually it means something,
Get up now and work harder,
without it you will suffer.
So turn back now and think twice
before it all turn soul
Dun be like Lady Macbeth,
all you know is grumble.
Day and night you shower,
thinking you're cleaner
but is your conscious another?
your conscious tell you you should,
but do you think you would?
you have others all around you
but do you think they'll hug you?
one day you will realise,
when it has all finalize,
that what i said was right
when we are out of sight.
all this may have cut you
like a hundred stabbing knives
so wake up now, stop ruining your life
you just gotta fight!
"C'mon dun be afraid"
you just gotta be brave,
so you dun cry over your grave!

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