There’s So Much
I’d Like To Tell You,
But if I’d open my mouth,
Life might take a detour
Onto another destination.
I must become a silent watcher,
And give time to time.
Can’t rush events to happen;
‘Cos like a cake
That its bake process it’s speed up,
I may look cooked,
Or it can get burned in the outside,
But either way,
The inside remains raw.
I must become a patience witness
And wait by the river side.
