Mute relationships
By: Jason Chang
Sonnet
I ride a bus to and from monotone
Trying to make the wasted days to pass
And now must face another week to moan
Escaping stress I roam this bus ride mass
To my right arm I see a sleeping girl
Her bag a pillow and her earphones in
Listening into her own dreamy whirl
Such peace I envy, truly, deep within
To my left arm I see a little child
Hard to remember days when I was him
So free to shout and scream aloud, go wild
But now my once fresh grin right now is dim
My lesson from these mute relationships
To live with these: calm hearts, big dreams, free lips
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