not my photograph…
Translated…
The Stunt Actor Quietly Awaited, at His Spot Where He Stood, Playing on His Cell Phone
The Cord from His Ear Piece Became a High Wire He’d Walked to and Fro in Mid-Air
All the Animals that Needed to be Tamed All Turned into Cute Pictures
In the Labyrinth of Box of Mirrors, Replicating Themselves
Before the Makeups
Fat or Slim, Male, or Female, Stood Leisurely, Inside the Box Trains of the MRT
You’d Gently Reminded Them:
“Don’t You Need to Take Responsibilities for Your Performances” At Which Time, the Trains Shook Mildly, Giving that Tempo to the Words Sounding Off—
You Hoped, that You Can Somehow, Illuminate His Sense of Morality at Work, Like Those Two Firestones
“You’re Still Observing Me with Your Naked Eyes, Am I Not the One, Who is Offering the Amusements?”
And, this, is how the younger population became so aloof and cold, and, as we ride out in the morning or whenever we get on these public transportations, you’d see these younger males and females, with absolutely NO regards for the goings-on around them, even IF a parents in holding a kid crying like HELL, standing next to these younger males and females, they’d still acted OBLIVIOUS, and that, is how aloof and cold the younger generations are getting these days…
