The Impossible Dream
There are times, I want to give up.
To quit and to wail.
And I'm done.
I smiled at you not because I'm fake.
I‘m super ambitious really.
But I like my Philippines than here in Wales.
It’s boring. Snow is disgusting.
Now and then, climate is changing.
I shivered with colds. I wore a hot flush.
Scarf on my neck. Blue winter hat on top of my head.
I want to go home. I don’t like it here.
But I have no choice really.
I only have one Scottish friend.
Kenny. Tall and thin.
White. And always wearing jeans.
I wish there’s a Catholic church here.
And have a chat with Him.
Though I'm here, I couldn't concentrate.
Me. The only Asian in class.
Big and small.Always on white, but dark.
And I’m always lost.
Easy I thought. It is tiring!
Though you see me smiling.
I 'm hiding my true feelings.
I just want to remain positive.
I know it’s hard. Alone.
No family. No relatives.
Me myself and I.
Learning things in hard ways.
An hour and a half of travelling. College to home.
I forgot to eat breakfast. No lunch. Rice at night.
Reading books on the bus.
Do assignments every night.
Hit the sack late all nights.
I woke up early in a blue morning.
Spreading both hands and a big yawn.
And I ate crakes with milk.
At first I thought everything was a dream.
I realised I wasn’t. I am living on my dreams.
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