Rojyou

Accordin to karma, I will die by mistaken identity.

It's not funny, that fate is itself a mistake.

This is what I heard when I was just a kid, that my great-grand father died while he was walking

on a street on which he never walked before.

He was killed by a surpise landslide, old men in the neighbourhood said it was a case of mistaken

identify.

My uncle was mistaken as a Maoist activist who had the same name save letter spelled differently,

nobody's heard from him since he got arrested 8 years ago.

Recently I don't hear it, but everytime I was about to leave the house, my father used to tell me;

'Don't stand out, make sure you don't get found by the karma, don't get mistaken for another.

Alright? Don't stand out, grandpa and your uncle were also the eldest brother.'

So I walked out to the street, bending forward as I stepped on my shoelace.

Miserably and heartlessly, today's sun also sets, and the west wind brings a coldness.

THe darkness slowly shaves the sunset in the east that transforms the curtain, and the day goes to

sleep.

Indistinct contours and complexions, this is the beginning of a morning where pleasure amd money sing loudest.

The dead black birds start to caw, this is the world where secret businesses have the advantage.

I saw my father, exhausted by asking round money lenders, dragging an undetachable shadow from the roof.

A loser down on his luck, I'm tried of hearing 'AT least you are alive.'

The tears I had to shed for injustice have long dried up, I seeked desperately for a way to escape.

I could no longer stand living on a doormat, that's when I joined the family of my partners Ram and Ski.

Ski worked the street since he was 18 years old, the same age as I did.

He tricked the most wary girls, and now he surveys the deals of his own crossroads.

A sly and clever fox, a pretence of loyalty to his manager but never gives a damn.

Accompanied by bodyguards, his motto is 'Never miss the chance of your life.'

I take Thai powder and brown suga