in pursuit of self.
the pursuit of self will never come to an end.
the pursuit of self will never be perfect.
the pursuit of self is a scope too wide.
the pursuit of self will never satisfy.
for to err is human,
and to forgive is divine.
i'm filled with crap,
and filled with fear.
that's why i'm writing such profound nonsense.
i'm just too pressured,
also too pushed.
i need an outlet,
like a sport.
but seems like there's no time,
for anything at all.
i wanna run,
jump and play.
i hate the fact that there's so much work,
and the fact that i want to work.
what have i become?
i want to ask.
why am i working
all so hard.
i love my guitar,
but its lying there.
collecting dust(okie not),
and of course rust.
there's so much things
that i want to do,
but i don't have the time or money,
i don't have the world.
see it's all crap
that i am writing.
cos' i can never be serious,
if you know me.
why am i working so hard?
i honestly don't know.
so don't blame me for being
kaisu, kan chiong and whatever else.
there you have,
the crappy substance of my being,
i have nothing more to offer,
so i shall get off my blogger.