A Long Tiring Journey

I love to look above
Admiring the beauty of skies
Skies which scenery is unlimited

Sunrise rises me in the morning
take a bath with it's light

Daylight burns me
that's why my skin was blackened

Afternoon offers me a free show
which I always attend everyday
the beautiful collaboration of sky, clouds, sun
showing a great concert everyday
the most enchanting song I ever heard
Song which my ears couldn't hear
but always whispering in my mind
and at another side of afternoon
Moon comes for alteration
with it soft lights

Moon is just like a pretty girl
I can see but can't even say hello
I just always want to say hello
but she is too busy
talking with the stars

Sound of their chatter that always pull me to bed
bed which not soft as clouds
but the song of east monsoon winds
fall me asleep
waiting for the sun wakes me up

Sometimes

There is always a person I hate for no reason

and he/she hates me for the same case

But when I though about it

I realized that there's no point for drowning in hate

which I don't even know the reason

But I'll be honest that

whenever I tried to be such a friend with him/her

it just like a fake thing

like something I had better not do it



Something never change

I couldn't likes him/her

but I'm going to make sure

I'll never make them hurt because of me

Because I've hurt him/her for no reason before

Chasing perfectness and chasing the end of the rainbow are the same
Endless
I always chasing perfectness
and I never realize
that the real perfectness is a union of some imperfectness
like the colors of rainbow

Solitude spreaded all over the hall

and the emptiness accompanied me

walked through the hall

Wounds and scars reminded me

to feel the illness again

Solitude and Emptiness has drove me too deep

Into my fear

and everything I have, has ruined by giant nigritude

It closed my sight, so I couldn't ran

over the reality

There are just 2 possibilities in this world
Black and White, Up and Down
Men, women
Big, small
Love, hate
And all the thing I couldn't mention, because you have known it

When there are 3 possibilities
that is the time when we will get crushed

This road has brought me trespassed the reality
jumped into the fantasy

This road has showed me those goosebumping moments
which I never felt before

Fantasy and reality were paradoxed
I didn't know why and how It was happened

Those hand was spiraled on all over my body
tried to torture me slowly

But, I 've learned to enjoying pains

Jika api telah padam
Jika pasang telah surut
Jika luka telah kering
Jika perang telah tuntas
Jika ada telah tiada
Jika telur-telur telah menetas
Jika air kembali mengalir

Jika warna telah pudar
Jika tangis telah senyum
Jika surya berganti bulan
Jika masa telah usai
Jika hidup telah mati