Fries and Potatoes Pie

If I was given a food to describe my life,

I would have to say I’m a French fries.

As crispy and crunchy of the outside,

But hollow and empty as the inside.

Couldn’t have a better way to describe,

Of true and fact based on my current style.

Shifted between work and staying home,

Nothing more or less as if lives in the dome.

I do wish if I would live more then alive,

By giving myself a pinch of spice,

The fact I used to live without a chase,

Thinking living such would have less intense.

I blame myself of the past tense,

Blindly commit in love that single stand.

Living in the lies as if I stand a chance,

Ignorance as if it would goes right by end.

Knowing nothing could be change,

This is all it takes to learn from mistake.

I wish habit if only a verbal state,

At least it is easy to slip easy to re-frame.

Truth tells habit would never die,

Only self wills could lead it goes by.

Hence by me being away as a fries,

My wills needs to nail into potatoes pie.

Comments

Paris, City of Romance.

I know it sounds a little crazy, after a whole day work, of standing and walking around and yet seating in front of the computer and about to start a post as I could have been comfortable lying on the bed and call it a day. Well, to be able to answer that, I suppose I'm still overjoy on the contest that carried by our team over the exhibition. Oh yes, just for your information, I work in an exhibition company as part of the event team and my job is to held activities that would attract yet benefit the visitors. With that information, I guess it is again answered on another statement of mine where I mentioned earlier why I have been standing and walking the whole day. I would reserved the work part for some other post, perhaps a poem on that ;), but for now let's just focus why of the sudden urge to come out a post at this late moment. To put it simple, it is after all the overjoy contest that link me back to the sudden indulgent for one of my previous travel, to a land th...

Coffee addict.

If is wasn't the sleepy illusion kick in, Smell of Nero would have never fly within. Coffee has been always running in my vein, Like a partner that seeking for its twin. Many may fancy it with a drip of cream, While I indulge with its pure dark bean. As strong and bitter as it may seen, It is a battle whether you are out or in.

That Lad, My Kidda.

I do said he isn't appears as an eyes catching star, Perhaps a little fresh if you would happen catch him far. I do said he is as skinny and dark like a broom stick, Perhaps in general that shape may give people a kick. I do said he should have put more effort study hard, Perhaps he has his ways of coloured his report card. I do said he spent too much on gaming and computer, Perhaps living in a city given him less play choice either. I do said my critic on him may have as much like a data , Perhaps and perhaps it is because that lad is my kidda. Happy Birthday Kidda! :-)

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