I give up

No more wars worth fighting No less wisdom to share Too many wounds still bleeding Not enough dreams to dare
A single smile in a year A million paths to follow Not even a shoulder to cry on Among hundreds of grey words of sorrow
 Discounting the brilliant past Forgetting all troubles Rehearsing a bitter screenplay Where they don’t take doubles
From a place of ease Where no one can fly I decide to retake A different route to the sky


 Never mind all the whys Never mind all the turn backs There is only one time We’re entitled to…

Singlish

The beauty of a language:
master king can
other master king cannot
queen can

For those who are confused about the meaning...a trip with a real estate agent is required :)