I trudge to the mrt,
My means to reach school.
My bag weights down on me,
A physiological burden,
More a mental one.
The trains chugs emotionless
My heart beats along with it.
But it questions me,
Why am I going to sch.
To see the teachers,
Who don't give a damn, really
To see classmates,
Who cling onto their results,
Like their lives depended on them.
Does these deserve my emotion?
I wonder.
But soon i stop
The train stops at Bishan,
Hordes of students swarm forward,
I feel myself carried by the waves,
Of people,
Without an inkling of what's their aims.
I too, became the aimless person in white.
Before I know it,
I am in school.