My Happy Prince

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They told me, if you could really read, you would be seeing life.

That's quite true in some sense anyhow.

I was there, on stage. I was often there.

I would love to share, but because we are Thais, we could not listen.

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Being Thais is problematic.

We would love to show our faces up on stage.

We smiled.

Then we said "bite me!" to each other.

Down here.

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Living like a Thai is problematic.

Like finding our shirt to wear.

Why we were all born in a same day?

Yes, a same day.

A same chosen day.

That's problematic.

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What could we read from being Thais?

Being Thais, can we really read?

Can we really ask?

Can we really question?

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Or all you could ask is, are you really Thai?

Is that all the question we could ask?

And then live together in a same chosen day.

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When will they get to learn?

When will you could really read?

Reading being Thais.

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Skeptic.

Sin.

Conformism.

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And then, my Happy Prince is crying.