Mayday
By Kwan Ho Chung, Eric
What can I say?
It is too late.
I wanna play
But it’s near May.
The big days
Full of dismay.
I wanna cry
But no one knows why.
No matter how hard I try
Life is still so dry
I wanna sleep
But can never succeed.
If I could flee
Wouldn’t it be sweet?
The clock is ticking.
I am dying.
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