how's that?
I think I've had enough
Say myself I should stop
I think I finally have my cake
Am I pretty?
No, I'm not
But I think I am
If I build my confidence back
I'd like to teach these teenagers
Even if it meant only of them are some
They have curious and anticipating eyes
Absorbing to what I'll say
The reward it does give when I see your faces
The sense of enlightenment
I'll tell you what I've learned
Everything I've learned
Yes, my young successor...
I'll pass them on to you
If this is such a value
Lineage of our family
I'll give them to you
I'm a meagre soppy someone
Hey...
I think I still stay here though
Did you know, I started writing with folio bond paper
And pencil again?
Would you believe me, self?
For something like this
Old scribblings, old ways of writing
(Maybe I should really rummage back that old draft I made in third year college)
My muscle memory
Like I once had been
So it seems
