Nostalgic Chaos;
A dichotomous dynamic that I know too well.
The air that cleanses, and the one that pollutes,
Both being the truth.
In a world where violence excels;
Fear, hatred, and all that’s unwell,
Is a world of beauty and love.
But within the beauty there is horror,
And within the love there is despair,
For one cannot bear each other,
But both are a pair.
Beneath the enamouring scent of pandan and kaya,
In a world of corruption and desire,
Lies a little boy with no fuel, but fire.
One that burns dull then brightly,
Oh how I wish I could go back,
God Almighty.
