Kampar
The morning life
Kampar gets into strikes
In the market and hawker's stalls
Thriving businesses in the eyes
The food court near the market
Noises thundering echo
You can't hear words they say
Only the hollow drumming in
The older generations
Morning breakfast and busy gossiping
Of lives and children
Majority in KL and Singapore
Some never make it
Lost the focus lost the way
Like this young man
Sleeping on the 5 foot way
This is his favourite spot
On the Chinese medicine shop
This is where he always would be
Living in his little world
His family members occasionally do
Taking him for a hair cut and a bath
Then he will come out again....
Living in his chosen way
There are reasons for many things
Of life on the way to learn and experience
Of losing dreams losing minds
In this world some lose it
Nobody can say
The spices of life
What tomorrow will bring
Only do the best you can
Kampar gets into strikes
In the market and hawker's stalls
Thriving businesses in the eyes
The food court near the market
Noises thundering echo
You can't hear words they say
Only the hollow drumming in
The older generations
Morning breakfast and busy gossiping
Of lives and children
Majority in KL and Singapore
Some never make it
Lost the focus lost the way
Like this young man
Sleeping on the 5 foot way
This is his favourite spot
On the Chinese medicine shop
This is where he always would be
Living in his little world
His family members occasionally do
Taking him for a hair cut and a bath
Then he will come out again....
Living in his chosen way
There are reasons for many things
Of life on the way to learn and experience
Of losing dreams losing minds
In this world some lose it
Nobody can say
The spices of life
What tomorrow will bring
Only do the best you can
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