Touching the Light

I’m out of touch – they say

Out of touch with reality

I am not in the game

I’m not the same

We are all in the mud

How dare some dream!

Of lotuses blossoming

Or gazing at starry skies

Give me a ladder tall

And I’ll scale the heights

For no one had bothered

To replace the globes of light.

Cheung-Ling Wong

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