Transpositioning
All
my
peers
prefer
to
be
grown-‐ups
So
that
they
can
smoke
cigars,
drink
Whisky,
stay
online
as
long
as
they
like
Except
me,
for
one,
I’d
rather
remain
Young
as
I
am
now,
knowing
nothing
About
reason,
law,
politics,
money,
sex
My
parents
and
uncles
and
aunts
are
Talking
about
all
the
time,
pretending
To
be
happy,
changing
their
faces
like
Their
clothes;
oh
yeah,
I
wish
to
continue
Working
with
these
jigsaw
puzzles,
trying
to
Find
the
missing
pieces.
Even
if
i
fail
to
find
The
right
thing
for
the
right
place,
nothing
Really
matters,
nobody
really
cares.
Anyway.
By
yuan
changming
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