When all those important things, Pop-up inside your head one-by-one, The light is so bright, You feel like someone take a torch, Switch it on and off, Straight towards your eyes. . . There we are, In a room with a whiteboard at the back, Waiting to be scribbled with figures and words, Just the look of it make you sigh and your head spinning. . . The blue marker pen, You twist and turning it with your wrist, Sequencing the words to throw at me. Our gaze met, But it's not just a sight, You piercing through it, Like a lion pouncing the gazelle, As he was gazing the grass unknowingly. . . "You need to see this....i mean it's funny, you need to see this again?" Either yes or no, I decided the silence is my answer. . . "Three heads is better than one. Everything that you question, never leave my head". "Is having a curiousity means i've sinned?" "I've consider your side of story....this pawns doesn't give you any good." There you go, Ducking my question like a soldier tip-toeing around landmines. . . The clouds carry the darkness of the sky, With the lightning strike, the conversation went silence. Everyone walk hastily to their car, Shielding themselves from fire appears as rainfall. There i am walking slowly, grinning with joy, Because the rain flowers the hope, Whatever happens, i will endure.