Plans

Are but plans.
But feelings are not just feelings.
So singers are the emotional folk,
who without emotions,
are unable to channel any form of deeper meaning into songs.

other than my mum,
who thinks singing is not a 正当职业(actually alot of mums think this way.)
People expect me to be professional,
like how people often say Fann Wong is professional,
she's always on time,
always ready.

I once heard,
that this artiste came back to work even though someone in the family had passed away.
And they called that professional.

In that case.
I'm not sure I can be professional.
My emotions they are like a rowdy group of friends,
who encamp inside my heart.

When they make merry, the skies are bright blue.
When they hit the lowdown, my skies turn downcast blue.

When they party,
I'll sing you the songs that lift up spirits,
when they drown in sorrows,
I'll sing you the songs that hit the marrow of your heart.

How do I stay professional,
and keep my heart alive,
experiencing and living each and every thorn and rainbow popsicle?

As always,
I don't have the answer.
its an ongoing experiment i say.

I'm a reactive alkaline metal.
I need someone to give me neutrons.
Before I chi ba boom.