The street looks a little brighter every night,
I wonder if it's really because of me...
Big brother is watching, Little sister close your...
It screams within me
where the sun fails to...
I was touched by
sunrise, inspired...
My chair has a mass of noodles
that have fell from the pot...
I like to watch my father chopping vegetables,
maybe for a Sunday stir fry or a hot lamb curry...
The strangest things I've told you:
I ride the bus to class so I never...
Hands to hips,
fingers sightsee across...
Dust particles rain like confetti
onto the covers of neglected books...
It's painful to be a lighthouse,
alone in the sea of raging waters...
I told you once that calendar
pages never marked new...
Words, one's defender
yet tends to blunder...