waka waka luna sole

passionate and tired, I am.

coming back to Queens, I sensed many things that has been forgotten since I came to college. There was some "old" feeling filled my mind. Same red brick building. Same locked door. Same upleasant and rotten air which makes you dorwsy. The sky is blue after all. People are far from close to each other. They are sophisticated, or they think they are. They think they know what other people's tricks are, while ommitted the fact that we don't have to play tricks. We can do something great, yes we can. We are trapped in our system that is set up by us, an analogy to we locked ourself with the lock that we made, yet we treasure the lock as our genuine production. O Thou! Yo Man! smile, please.