Life Played Me Poem by Quir Diing Jr.

I was not up to life
Like a living stone
Yet I could be forced
Beyond my interest
But, suspiciously
I could enjoy.

There I sat on water
In a flowing river
And yes I could float
I tried life here
I tried life there
Fortunately I was at the crossroads,
Like hyena on his visit
To daughter and son.

I denied myself night sleep
But why?
No answer I gave
The owner of the house came
I was beaten using a pipe piece
On my back
Fortunately, I went away
And ran as fast as a deer
Back to the learning room.

3 o’clock in the morning
I woke up, out of my interest
What for?
To avoid the pipe to laugh
At me one time again
Now! Who am I?
Useless staying in the street
Enjoying the cold under
The hot sun on day time
Yet I refused to woke up
So that I can enjoy
The future heat.