That's the WAS.
The IS, however, speaks more of the memoirs of a silent, hesitant, apprehensive girl.
That is the by product of maturity to a "don't care" girl.
Her hot spirit and energy fades, as she steps out of her dreamy-like sheltered childhood.
From this new angle of hers, reality, is evil.
And godawful things are looming even among the student's innocent laughs, cheerful chats, of primary school.
Once in the school, she shivers at the staircase, bewildered by the existing horrors happening as every second passes in the place she stands,
those kind of horrors she read,
those kind of horrors,
that only appeared 2D to us on the front cover, or hidden in a column in the newspaper,
never 3D.
Money laundering, is the tiniest issue dealt.
At least she tried her best to stop whatever she can,
Secretly,
Acutely,
Unnoticeable,
That doesn't make any big difference,
Who would ever knew what her face of smiles hide.
The system goes on,
Those with more wang enjoying the power they behold,
Those without the wang remains as they are,
Occasionally a few rising to the top,
When there's a bright blue moon,
Only when there's a bright blue moon.
Those with awareness of such,
Either becomes a spirited justice seeker,
Or one who's able of protesting and fighting for rights, and highly awared however lazy,
Or those highly aware yet unable citizens.
To make bigger changes.
Oh well.
A step by a step, she walks.
Soon, it'll be a sprint,
Up the steep hill.


