sometimes, a thought lingers
there's no sense in telling
cos at the end
it's all the same
i don't wanna be
but change is arduous
it is
be it for altering assumptions or practices
i don't wish to skip all the goings
but that's what i always end up doing
i think i'm a cynic at heart
i think you don't know me
i think i won't let you know me
