Monday, September 03, 2012

Detachments

There and here,
Like a fickle connoisseur,
Company which only comes with beer,
or perhaps others who only expect you to adhere.

Refusal to see past our own frontier,
Just stuck in our own silly sphere,
Ignorance at its best and it ain't the first premiere, 
Words that won't reach no matter how sincere.

2 comments:

Unknown said...

soowaisoon you write great poems. please compile them. :)

w.s said...

thanks!:D , i think it'd be possible to compile, i only started to do much writing this year. hehe