I aborted my plan at the last minute which I mapped out well since two months ago. Supposed to be a form of escapism. Now is failure. (sigh)
My knees on the floor. Staring blankly on the carpeted floor. Tears well up my eyes and hurts me to the core.
I was in despair.
Look! Six doggy eyes on me!
Wise words come through my ears.
One. Two. Three.
A jam I'll never hear.
Ok. It wasn't a neat cop-out then. I'll give you that. I hate to make fun of myself.
Unlike my other pals, they are on probation for a month. What a luck!
Then. Queen's words struck me real hard like a hammer. It all come down to this.
Fore-ordination. Or doom?
I can't go back in time. Scientists fail me. God forbids me. It was a mistake. I had made myself a black sheep among the white ones. I have to accept the fact. The fact is, I screwed up. Big deal.
Now. I just have to accept whatever falls on my laps. What is there left to me. Even it means merely scraps.
Freedom.
To get there. Whatever the balls and chains, it is in my court now. Only stone thrown away.
They have to let me through. Let me pay my dues.
Can't wait to catch my third flight getaway.
Whosh! Wheee...whoooo...whee...