Written by Peter Ooi
An unordinary man
Living in an ordinary world
Surrounded by the big city life
Seating there, in the dark, secluded
Down the little smelly street
The can is your pillow
The floor is your mattress
The paper is your blanket
Rubbish and other unwanted goods everywhere
Smell of human and animal’s shit in the air
Observing in silent, laughing in mystery
Thinking in your own thought
About the thousands of people
That walk passes you. Each and every day
And yet, didn’t notice you were there
Or they simply don’t care
For you are worse than the dogs and the cats
In their pair of flashy eyes
They should have cry for you, but they didn’t
Instead, you cry for them
For their miserable sad and pathetic life
A life where every roads is destination
A life where dollar is king
And wealth and fortune is God
Man busily rushing
To be lonely at the top
Women are equally fast too
Just to prove the modern meaning of feminism
But all of that don’t bother you
For you are living on your own
With friends, God and ghost
That never exists but only in you
In your own world
And for that…You’re happier than they are
