The reason

I can smell rotten fish in a basket

I figure out a group of snails step on other snails,

Crawling out from the pail

Cos they heard a voice

Left behind their subordinates

Deep down the bottom.

I realise the denial in acts

I recall those sequels

What, where and how

So called outcomes

They named it

What I see is artefacts

I found foreword is no where

Those wearing black suit

Those wearing white collars

Those wearing shimmering charms

Those sitting in cozy chair

I bend my head down

Delighting the twist and tango

Hypocrisy shouting tribes

Suddenly, the tango touch me

I see the light

Guiding me forward

Could it be a stepping stones?

I realise it is a time

To grasp the stars

Strengthen connections

Building networks

The road to the horizon

Isn’t that far…

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