Sing

 

You say I sing well

And ask me to,

Through a hole in the wall...

But then, you also 

are abound by mischief

'cos you tie my eyes

and ask me to seek the hole.

It's intriguing, i think.

I give it my all

I give it my soul

'cos i am still looking

through my heart.

But then, 

as time passes,

I get desperate.

Even more time passes.

The intriguing 

now becomes suffering.

And now, I start looking

through my mind.

It takes time

for me to realise

if it's mischief, a mistake, 

a mishap, or misanthropy.

I vaguely decide.

I stop searching.

I stop singing for a while.

I lose my voice.

I know it takes time,

And I keep waiting, hoping.

~ 11 Dec 23