Wednesday, October 14, 2015

Elegy: Ideal Gases

Before I entrust these words upon you,
There's a vow you need to take,
Coz' once the dust settles,
Excuses are naught to be made.

After all to me,
Words maketh the man,

Sometimes we're called animals,
Coz' we have instincts,
But the other animals,
Show discipline& show compassion.


Now then,
What are we?
It's your life,
You decide whatever you want to be.

But remember the right choice,
Would set you free,
Just like the gases,
We would never be,
As perfect&ideal,
But at least,
We've got common courtesy. 


p/s: this was written and performed in a skit back when I was in Mansoura.