so many attempts made but nothing's as smooth as beancurd
when solitude is made too hard to speak out in words
it was never easy surviving in mars on my own
without your care and love that can never be cloned
it's a battle between my heart and mind
with determination and will locked away in a magical spellbind
be it branding me silly or reckless
it is all a simple hope for a better cause, god bless
today where fakes and crips engulf the city lights
we are left with no choice but to rise above and fight
as wall street traders watch the index plunge each day
arm the homeless we say!
"help!!!", i shout
but who's there?
i don't need to be heard, i don't need to be understood.
all i want is to find some meaning to this life.
writing nonsense is fun, school's not.
edit: and how did a loser like me get choosen for worldskills. zzzz suay.