It's that feeling again. A foreboding. I can prevent it from happening if I want to. But I'm not the kind who like to play safe. Ask my mahjong gang and they'll tell you stories of my adventurous, heroic acts. Ask people who has crossed roads with me and they'll tell you just how many times they have pulled me to safety. I am lucky. But I know, my luck will eventually run out and I have to learn to play safe. Because if I don't, I might just get killed by my own risk-takings one day.
I have to bear in mind that some rules never change.
I have to be really careful because I've seen the ugly side.
I must be very careful because people do hurt people.
I can't afford to forget because it was too painful to be repeated.
Let me be a coward this time round.
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