First week in university confused me.
What's my initial purpose of being here far away from home?
Continual socializing is eroding me passion;
theories are eating away my imagination to those unknown.
Seeing U.TA in The Wall on this Friday,
it seems that everyone who wants to be somebody has arrived in this city.
However, how many dreams can a tiny little basin carry?
Buses are filled with countless people rubbing their wet bodies;
streets are trampled by surging people.
We walk, we run but are we really heading for our destination?
Hope this stalemated situation would like still water, eventually runs deep.
