Peaceful Place

At the end of every day's work,
At the end of every day's school,

People return to their peaceful, warm, loving home...

Where i return to my noisy, stressful, cold, pressured and [cant-do-what-you-want] house.. Mine is a house not a home...

I cant find the care and concern i need.. Its just more and more stuff pouring over..

Its the few lines all over and over again.. Other cab drivers can go do their job and return home.. The same shit everybody do.. Go to work, come back.. Earn money.. He just cant do it.. He doesnt have what it takes..

Empty vessel make the most noise..

If you ever wanna have a skill that needs to be unique, dont learn one that can be replaced by machine TOTALLY.. His one and only knowledge is the roads and map of singapore, GPS can do it..

All i wanna say is, those who go home have a quiet place to rest, have a peaceful mind.. Can game, can rest, can study, count yourself lucky..

Dont ever complain, how small your house is, how dirty, how far, how inconvenient, cuz its the interior that matters...