The place I belong

I'm an alien.
I always be an alien.
I'm bored standing outside the basket.
I want they called my name.
But where is the place I belong?

The Monsters

To be accepted...
To be respected...
To be recognized...
I hate those things...
But how can I run away from them?
They followed my heart wherever I go...

They and I

Some people accepted their life as it is...
Some people, including me can't...
Am I not a grateful person?
I envy them...
But I don't know how to be like them...

Anything I'm not - Lenka

Give me a break , a little escape
I'm so tired of being me
I wanna be free,
I wanna be new, and different,
Anything I'm not

Live the Life

We live only once
But do we really live?
How can I answer it if I don't know the answer of the basic question,
What is the meaning of living?

Grown Up

My heart is so burdened.
My mind plays a trick on me.
I want to run.
I want to hide.
But I can't because I'm grown up now.
And it sucks.

After a long long time

A holy cave called Kerep in Ambarawa, Central Java.

Talking to Him

I don't know why I can't do it now.
Or actually I never really could do it.
I did it just because they told me to.
Faith that's what I'm asking for.
But how can I ask for it if I don't have any faith.

The Temple I Visited

A temple called Watugong, near Semarang, Central Java.
A peaceful holy place, even though there's a lot of tourists.

The Little One

It changes your life
It takes over your life
Gives you all troubles and trials
Why do you still want it?
You said it gives you the new meaning of life
Gives the unthinkable joy and happiness
Really?
Is it from the bottom of your heart?
Is it really worth it?
I know your mouth will say yes
But I still doubt it
But... the weirdest thing whatever I've said I still want it too

...

Humans are born and die
But I don't want to be born to die

The Game of Life

Born and die
Meet and lost
Hi and good bye
It's the rule of the game...
The game of life

It's still hard
And it will always be hard
And I hate it

To be Free

My soul wants to be free like a bird
But my heart is as small as an ant
And it's not easy to be free
You need a mountain-sized of heart

Can I?

Lying down
Staring at the twinkle stars
So far away...
How can I put one of them in my pocket?

Simple

It's a simple life
without the sparkling light
without the crowd of high buildings
But they live
they survive
But it's their world
not for the one who has been contaminated by the dirty city life.

Silence

The sky was dark
The moon and the stars hid their shimmery light
I could hear my own breath
The wind whispered to me
For a moment we talked in the same language
For a second we were one.

Inside Their Eyes

They have gone...
I saw their eyes and they're not there.
The love sparkling have lost their shining light.
How come it could disappear so fast?
I hope I was wrong.
Maybe they only hide somewhere...
I really hope so...

Sincerity

What is sincerity?
People said it is when you do something to somebody without wishing something will return to you.
But is really there somebody who never wishes something like that?
I mean what about after helping somebody and you wish for a little smile and thank you?
What about a mother who deep inside her heart wishes her son will take care of her someday.
And what about doing good things and wishing to get the golden ticket to the heaven?
Not so sincere isn't it?

Home

To the peaceful town I come
The boring town I used to said
But the town never change much I guess
I'm the one who getting older

Because the earth is round

Round, round, and round
Can't see the finish line
Maybe because there's no such thing
Like the never ending merry go round song
Round, round, and round
Back to the starting point
Where nothing is everything