In
the quiet dark morning
When
sleep get into the moment of rest
Blissfully
floating away in Neverland
We
hear the Rooster man
He
sleeps early; he wakes up quickly
Outside
his parent's home porch
He
will start to talk loudly
The
one way traffic conversation
He
shouts into the dark morning
With
lighted shadows from the street lights
Alone
he stands and swings his hands
The
loud echo of his words
The
parents never caution him
They
let him gets his way at will
The
father only shows sign language
“My
son is short-circuit in his head”
Around
8.20 in the morning
He
will drive his parents away
Back
to their first home
At
the New Wah Loong
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