Little me, curled in the arms of a world unknown
Amidst it, with beings on me bestowed
And thoughts of I'll never let them go,
A world in its circuitous and obtuse row
Dismiss them from the puerile imaginations of Moh
Adult me, trapped in a world of which I know
In the midst of those who may come and go
And cast on an island which was long disowned
With clash of emotions and stories yet untold
All hidden in the wings of this world unknown
