Abracadabra

Today
I saw the Magician for the second time.
The Magician looked at me but didnt recognise me anymore.
and the Magician was just beside me when boarding the bus.
Oh wells, reality is too real it occupies the bulk of my whirled mind Today;
I no longer engage in daydream fantasies.
:(
But I recalled it was so surreal fantasizing and daydreaming bout Nothingness...
Just that, the Magician impressed me so but on hindsight, the term 'eyecandy' is so kiddish now...
Or rather, its no longer important to us......

Abracadabra.

Childish Innocence

I just recalled the days in Primary 1 when I would compete with my friends to collect the most eraser dust in our little sacred vials which mum would dispose of when she spot checks my schoolbag.

Haha.

Been pondering over it for too long a time.
Is it just me,
or is it that you do not know me well enough
such that the kiddyinme takes precedence
over the serious stuff Im capable of
which i no longer take control
because there's more brillaint people around
I relegate
stand back, watch, learn.
So, you do not see this side of me
and therefore I should not change
because
i just realised
masks are back.
Child-like, being a mask that has revived.
Good, or bad?

Amongst the crowd
my presence invisible.
Lest the bumpings and elbowing.

In a land far away
oblivious to the way
but you know where the ride'll lead you
Just, not anytime soon.
Roam.

Little bags of surprises
Your hearts' desires
Go in search of them
But the night draws near


Time flits by too quickly; somehow
I dont wanna go home.