Tekong Writings

I go where I do not want
I do not what I want
If this is a life I do not want
What the fuck am I doing here?
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it's ironic how one can see
beauty admist the tings we dread
lying on my back, on the track,
I see the stars that shimmer and shine

on tekong island where I hate to be
the glorious stars beckon me
to fly and leave, to dance with them
I'll gladly soar, and with them shine