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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.

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Sorrowful Happiness

Renew world order,
Reread your politics,
Rewrite your policy.
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We have to live together,
not for now, but for a long time since.
Conformists have sorrowful happiness,
Others sacrifice themselves,
just to display their own believes.
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Please...
Renew world order,
Reread your politics,
Rewrite your policy.
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You have to understand,
nowadays lives, living like an old brick house.
Foundation was shattered,
Holes dominated roof,
and people are hollowed.
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We need no ruler.
We need no organized system.
Whatsoever ones.
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Just live.
In an orderless world of peace.
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Like the old days.
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When we were young.

Trees


Once upon a time, there were trees.
Trees were there for once upon a time.
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Should I be tree?
Always there.
Living serenely for a while,
and then silently died away.
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Sucked up carbondioxide,
give out breathable air,
for what results to come?
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Once upon a time, there were stones,
stones were there for once upon a time,
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Should I be stone?
Living like rocks,
unnoticed of things passed.
Yet changed through times.
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Standing there,
ready to be blown by wind,
carved by water,
and at last crumblingly decayed.
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Once upon a time, there were human being.
They lived for a while.
Not as long as trees and stones.
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