story three

In between those big piles of paper,
his pen opposed to flow,yeahh....he was a writer....

from reading novels overnight, 

to sleeping over textbooks, he still writes 

from the age when daddy tied his shoe laces

to the burden of books on its face

another star goalkeeper of school football team went out of race. 

with all tears from his red eyes, his pad went salty, 

after reaching high scholy, everyone called him faulty

with every depressed words in its mind

i wanna write, i wanna read

and this was all he needed

but... ........ .