he walks down
and i walk up

he walks down
and i walk up

he walks down
and i walk up

we look into each
other and that's
just what we do
everyday

poor me
when am i induced
to be another
racist

he walks down
and i walk up

he walks down
and i walk u

that's what we do
day after day

letting our eyes
do the poor talking

whose fault?
whose fault?

i keep asking
the ceiling
in the nights
why why why?
i ask the ceiling

the answer comes
back in an overhanging
overbearing wordliness

the ceiling

john tiong chunghoo

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ceiling/