Sometimes my mind thinks to ‘Read or Play’?
It makes me hard, when ordered to go through one way.
Both the ways are equally important to me,
But only one is what my mind sees.
I enjoy reading, truly it’s right.
As it shapes my future bright
It takes me to the spot of light
From the full of darkness in every sight.
Our reading preferences
A huge head filled with target to read, is it,
And for a while I read,
Then my mind thinks, ‘why to study?’
Which makes me feel like being in police custody.
In the same case I play,
No, not a single tension my mind lays
It gives me the greatest happiness of the world,
To provide that happiness it’s even hard to the lord.
I enjoy playing a lot,
But sometimes not
It’s because I don’t play well,
Then in a loud voice, they say, “get out of the ‘game”.
To me those words press,
Which makes me feel distress
Then I think just to study with no pain,
And it’s where I’m back to police custody again.
