Hauling a fieldpack, donned in green.
I am keeping in step, only a teen.
My life in the past seems like a distant dream.
Ten days have passed, the army is mean.
A moment of solitude in the midst of the singing.
Where you are alone yet surrounded, grinning.
For you see the boat to Singapore.
Its hard to imagine what life would bring. That sad soul was me just 12 months ago.
Its funny how one would feel compelled to write in peotry now and then.
That particular feeling resurfaces at times of enrapture.
One such example would be at the late nights in the void deck during the exam periods where I find myself dooling on the tables with lines that rhyme.
Have I ever said that 'lines that rhyme' is considered poetry to me?
I find that it is only in periods where you get the 'what the fuck am I doing here' that suddenly I just feel like writing 'poetry'
However its a very strange feeling when you view these writings again in a normal, placated state of mind.
One feels that the writing is cheezy and might in fact feel slightly embarressed by the previous writing.
Its like filming yourself in a video and 10 seconds later when you view it again, you feel so alienated from the person in the video.
For example like my rapping video in a bid to imitate eminem during secondary 4 which happens to be in a the class video.
Looking at it now, I look like a fool. But given the situation i would do it again. strangely enough.