Our Lives

Lives like mine, from birth like an ignited engine,
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.

by Roland Cho

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