Waking up at dawn
Stressed and drawn
Enigmatic like clown
Heading out to town
Here come the commuters
Sleepy eyes, withered gazes
Serious lips, weary faces
Yet spirited, determined
Station is where they scatter
Tickets are what the gather
Hands are steady
Hearts are ready
The time is coming
No more time relaxing
The train is arriving
Passengers are all preparing
Gotta thinking
Where is it stopping?
No pitying
Or no sitting
(Jakarta,13th August 2009)
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