Blast from the past : part deux

Bila hari-hari berlalu lemah,
Hati kian dicengkam perasaan sedih,
Luka lama takkan sembuh,
Dihiasi luka-luka segar,
Ah, itulah kehidupan!
Kata mereka gembira.

Mulut ingin berbicara,
Hati ingin diluah,
Atur cara ingin menunjuk,
Atau hanya sekadar mampu menunduk?
Ah, itulah kehidupan!
Gah riak mereka.

Marah tak bererti tak merindu,
Sepi tak bererti diri membenci,
Sikap manusia, siapakan mengerti?
Apakah salah sekadar ingin mencuba?
Berani dicuba, beranilah ditanggung,
Ah, itulah kehidupanmu!
Ejek sorak mereka.

Jauhnya di mata,
Dekatnya sekadar di hati sendiri....


-¥in-
9.17 p.m.
3/8/00

I was more poetic in those days than right now, I guess. Don't think that I still have the same inspiration and creativity to do so. Everything changes after 9 years. In those days, what I wrote was what I had to say from my heart. I guess nobody really understood the messages I tried to tell them. And the person I wanted to tell this to never really cared. It sucked. And I guess I lost my heart during all those years. My wife never understood what I meant when I told her that I don't have a heart anymore. Maybe no one ever will.

Man, I missed those times smoking joints and doze off to a really deep sleep. A really nice, comfortable, off-mind sleep without a care for the world...