Maria Sudibyo Poems

A story doesn’t have a shape
But if it keeps retelling by generation
And passing a very long time
An energy, a power could be born from the story
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Where are they hiding?
The straying cat, the sneaking rat
Where are they hiding?
Under the shadow, inside the hollow
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Wish
If we keep the faith on it
Maybe someday it will be answered
That is the power of human’s wish
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What if I’m an empty shell
Will somebody tons me with everything he wants
Or just throws me to another corner
What if my memory is short
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Small soul’s alone in the night
It’s small
But it’s still a soul
The tiny light
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It’s the unreal from unreality
But I can’t help it, I need it
To be real, to live somewhere
It’s the deviation plane of imagination
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You don’t have to be different to think freely
You don’t have to be same to prove yourself
You don’t have to be different to voice displeasure
You don’t have to be same to feel troubled
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Your own hand, your own life
Your own feet, your own way
Your own heart, your own faith
Your own mind, your own dream
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One word
Could make me consumed with guilt
One word
Could light the burden of my heart
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I’m in hurry, I can’t stop to worry
My stomach aches, my socks mismatch
I’m afraid I’m late, and miss an important date
O, what a mess, it only adds more stress
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