An entry in the Rivers Prize
We say what we like, what we like we say.
Whatever that’s said; what’s staying unsaid
Is that we may live a lie if we lay
And dream of better days we wish we had.
We write what we know, what we write we know.
Whatever happens; what’s told or foretold
Opportunities come, lies and dreams grow
And here we are much like in days of old.
Then we stood, as now we stand and still do
What we’d done; we do, and don’t know better
Not to do; but what we should instead do
To say and write –right– is to know better.
What we say and/or do we are and/or be
Being our own creation(s) we are not free.
Labu Station, 2:50pm at the glass table 18 August 2013