A person, it was me.
I am person with lots of drama.
and lost in the road called journey.
Trying to reach that yellow ribbon of Success.
Why do people always chase that yellow ribbon?
why do people keep living the same way old people does.
What is life?
What it's purpose?
Who are you?
Why me?
Why do people keep rejecting one other?
Why do money matters? It's just some sort of paper with faces printed on it--and oh! It also have an amount, value and numbers?
What is society?
why do people always wanted to be sedated?
What is good about pretending?
Why is there a lot of questions in this world, with no answers?
As soon I grew up, these questions always pop up in my mind. What's yours?