Lives like mine, from birth like an ignited engine,
by Roland Cho
Rise and fall, as sound changes
With the manipulation of the accelerator.
The manipulator of whom we have but a vision.
Life, like an engine, starts and ceases
Only when the Driver wishes.
But unlike an engine, Man must move;
Even when unable to sustain, because,
Mr Hope is always in view,
A view beyond our view.