Treasure Island

maria sudibyo

(280883 / parist van java)

Half Dead


I only living for half of the day
And the rest I'm as good as dead
I could only breathe for half of the day
And the rest I lack of the air
But I must struggle to make up
I must keep walking in this world 
Even though I don't know why I should hang on
Pretend that all is shiny and fine

I only honest for half the day
And the rest I hide in the dark
I could only smile for half of the day
And the rest I plaster it with grit
I know I should be grateful
That at least I don't have to wear a mask along the day 
Keep concealing my true being
When some people even could not distinguish their selves anymore

I only at ease for half of the day
And the rest I'm bound in the cage
I could only be free for half of the day
And the rest I am a puppet
But every time I couldn't get enough
I don't want to awake in the morning
I don't want to immediately think about daily chores
And not just fly away and escape

I only sing for half of the day
And the rest I swept by the sound
I could only feel safe for half of the day
And the rest I count my blessing
I become indifferent to prevent of getting hurt
But I realize I could not run forever
And afraid to face days ahead 
Because I don't want to lose my hope for tomorrow too

Submitted: Tuesday, April 09, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, October 09, 2013

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