Being A Real Man In KTM Commuter....

After so many days of dicomforts, ultimately, it comes to an end....

<Which I initially thought so and I really meant it, but things often
not as perfect as one's thought and I had gone through it >

5 hour ago before i make it to be blogging here, It was a WorldWar4
and guess what, I am one of the survivors....

<It wasn't a real war with violent armies, modern mechanical or
biosynthetic weapons and other sort of stuffs like this, there was a
war between human>

On my way back to college, in ktm commuter, like it always does after
office hour especially weekend, SHUT!!! People are crazy!!!

<it was like whoever gonna make the hell out of the space, he is a
freeman, he can stride wherever he heads and walk as he wishes
cool, huh?>

Yeah, anyways, this was what i went through just now and what
came across my mind......

<i know i had been so exaggerative kinda way, and possibly you'll
treat this like crap and scrap, who cares? Like I said, I am just
being myself, i'll stay on my way to word out my mind>

All right, Have you been ever trying to be a man in the train?
Sorta challenging i guess....

Lost of cellphone, wallet, whatever
You won't be the man
As you were snatched
Lost of respect in an old folk's sight
You won't be the man
As you were not giving your seat away
Lost of honesty in people eyes
You won't be the man
As you rebuke nobody as an eye-witness

How you gonna make these outta their ways, under situation
Such a chaos, tell me if you make it, i'll say loudly
"You are my REAL MAN !!"

don't be serious, pal