Itsy bitsy bit of nutshell and the fraze

Mechanical breathings echo around the room,
followed by the tapping of cold fingers across the hard keyboard.
In the midst of it, a sudden stop
and it resumed, enlightened, more hearty.

News and articles flash across the screen,
of the long forgotten technology she never was good with.
She had, alot in her mind, alot on her heart,
where not even the longest script can contain.

So many priorities but none sorted out,
so many amazing stories but none ever told.
how much more can this small container hold,
before it breaks and falls into dust,
never to be puzzle-ed back.

If there was a little more time,
for the many stories to unravel itself,
If the future was abit more certain,
she could build her guild,
and look after as many as she can.

Her home she wish, not to be grand,
but abit more understanding,
abit more reliable,
not to please the rich
and bow to the power,
and not to help the poor and weak
when it is immature and bleak.

Be true to the flag you claim to be,
respectful to the ancestors who fought for you
be blessed of the great land you claim your nationality to.
The dignity of a proud lion,
to not seek always the shortest route,
but the lane that yields the best of all fruit trees.
And then, from the seeds of your hard work,
we prosper,
the leaders dignified,
and you will be respected and looked up to.



You guys understand what im trying to say? ;p ;)