just the rushing wind on the rolling mind

It's all in my philosophy
and I'll be proven right,
be cured of my confusion
and gain a second sight.

Keep focused on the motive
and know the way to truth;
keep yourself from falling
to the follies of your youth.

Know yourself, your weakness,
but know too when to hide;
know the way before you
and learn to turn the tide.

Lose the tough pretences
and be someone you like;
lose yourself to feelings
that make you feel alright.

I want to be that morning
that keeps this all alive;
I want to be that evening
on which we all rely

Nevermind the left behinds
we'll find it along the way;
nevermind the people lost
they'll all return some day

i've realised for once why this past 2 years have been so good for me. how easy is it to actually see. somehow i never did fit in here. never ever. it's always as if i'm looking in at something i shouldn't even be on the periphery on. and suddenly, the opportunity presented itself for me to go somewhere totally different. do i feel any less like an outsider? probably not. but somehow, chicago has been nicer to outsiders than singapore has even been.

there are so many things to fear, so many things that make me panic. but i'm still here aren't i?