The starry night once
Showed me a community
Of magnificence and beauty
That could challenge any civilisation in the past.

And one bright day
Blue tinted water
In a pretty shaped bottle
With many stagnant, mid-swim glitter
Reminded me of the starry night I once saw

It left a starry me wondering
How great it would be
To be among some magnificent stars
Who always seem to be calling
Always enticing me

Now in my hands
Not just the glitter
Not just a picture
A real magnificent star

But far from the painting in my mind
It doesn't shine brightly
Doesn't respond kindly

When I sit on the balcony
Starry nights confuse me instead.

A scarf worn tight
Tells me to turn my cheek
By the suppression and hypocrisy on the wearer's part
A scarf worn loosely
Tells me to smile
Because it shows freedom and dedication to a faith.

As I go by my day
Passersby look and whisper
But to concentrate on their small talk
Is to drown in white sounds.

The difference between a leader and a follower is
The leader takes initiatives.

Sometimes it's tiresome to take initiatives . . .
And you really get fed up
Or lose hope in other's because you seem to always be expected to
Take the initiative

When you finally found someone
Whom you've not met all your life
They're obligated to be the first one to speak
But 18 years wasn't enough for him to
Take an initiative
And so I did.
Half-heartedly
And now I don't feel it was worth it.

When a crisis is at hand
And adults are around
The child notices the crisis too
And is getting tired of the problem
He wants a solution
But dripping blood, spiteful words and erratic behaviour isn't enough for the adults to
Take an initiative.
And so what does the child do
Confused with shoulders heavy of an inappropriate burden
Does he half-heartedly
Take an initiative
Once again.

There's a life of happiness awaiting us.
But it's out my ability to ask for it.
To get it myself.