When I am 40, I’ll color my hair blue
not those of online banners, but those of sky hue
I’ll walk along the street,
wearing sando and shorts – together with my khaki shoe.
People’ll probably stare – make em worth their while.
They say adults should be an icon –
for kids to look and smile,
But I’m not such a parent – for children to look and idolize.
I’m at my 40’s, I could care less.
Right now I’m at my 20’s –
obliged to blend on norms, hush hush and uniform is my form.
They say ‘be a good lad’ –
just go with the glow, you’ll have your time.
Right now, such lad doesn’t have anything –
not even a cent or even a dime.
Should I start changing my hair color?
A few shades away from my target blue
or should I get a tattoo on sadness cue?
Mother would cry – claim I wasn’t raise like this.
Probably she’s right – for all I am is blue.
Right now, I should grind,
butt on-the-move and body knackered,
cent counting and my mind lacquered.
Body charge slowly draining out- too young for energy to die out.
So I’ll just count the days
till I’m on my 40’s,
till I am finally blue
till I can get my tattoos of clues.
Right now, I’m on my 20’s
A nobody but paying its due.