sleepless in membina...

is it the kahlua coffee that's keeping me going
or is it what I heard over coffee?

why was it that mt faber failed to look as enchanting
was it cos i saw too much shimmer?

is it human not to see the one afront
or is it plain foolish one doesn't let go?

why was it that i could not get the maps talking
was it cos i din decode their musings?

is it the impossible i'm pursuing
or is it the gap i have yet to unravel?

i'm not sure if i can eat/sleep/drink/breathe this research
cant really complain this is losing me sleep
over maps/territories/malaya/singapore/nationalism
or a thousand chaotic imagings of the restive mind
maybe it is just the coffee...