a passer by.

sometimes i want to treat myself the best.
eat the most delicious,
wear the latest fashion
put the best make up,

but most times, i treat myself as simple as i could.
to whom we show our best side ?
to whom we put fancy clothes and stunning make ups ?
and to whom, i live well this life ?

everything i do, i must do it with determination
i behave myself to earn their respect and praise that my parents had taught me well,
i do not put fancy clothes and make ups to avoid being noticed by pleasure-seeking eyes,
instead, i wear simple and plain clothes and make ups to let them noticed me only as a passer-by
i live well this life is for myself, from the beginning til the end,
becoming a passer-by in this circle of life.