Calling - Jay Soh It called me one night on the plane over the Pacific. It's the third calling of it. As always it asked me. It asked me three questions, very well versed three questions, darn familiar three question, never ending three questions. "Who are you?", "What are you doing now?", "Why are you there?" I don't know had been my answer. Anyhow I love this had been also my answer. But then I answered different answer. OK, bro. I'll give a deep really deep thought on your questions. It disappeared into the fog outside of the plane. And I leaved the mundane world of common human beings. I It called me one day on the treadmill of the Star Tower. It's the forth calling of it. There were three questions. I answered and it fell into the shade. It maybe won't call at me forever. I have the confidence of that. Because it's me. It was my another self killed by myself...
Calling
Calling
- Jay Soh
It called me one night on the plane over the Pacific.
It's the third calling of it.
As always it asked me.
It asked me three questions, very well versed three questions,
darn familiar three question, never ending three questions.
"Who are you?", "What are you doing now?", "Why are you there?"
I don't know had been my answer.
Anyhow I love this had been also my answer.
But then I answered different answer.
OK, bro. I'll give a deep really deep thought on your questions.
It disappeared into the fog outside of the plane.
And I leaved the mundane world of common human beings.
I It called me one day on the treadmill of the Star Tower.
It's the forth calling of it.
There were three questions.
I answered and it fell into the shade.
It maybe won't call at me forever.
I have the confidence of that.
Because it's me. It was my another self killed by myself...