unknowingly

when it gets past a certain hour, i find myself reluctant to sleep. the hour when the the neighbourhood quietens down - with random sounds of motorbikes, mahjong tiles, closing doors, and my own brain wandering.

i think about how even dreams get commercialized. materialistic, career and never enough. achieving the lower level of the maslow's hierarchy of needs and now we have got to self-actualize. motivated & self-esteemed.

should we feel ashamed of simpler stuff? dreams of family, of little moments. little moments, not being caught aware of solitude.

and adults influx kids with "what do you want to be when you grow up?"
and its comes so naturally, and now i start wondering, why do we always answer with "teacher/doctor/lawyer/policeman"

since when have we become so.... influenced?

i want to be a.....