Treasure Island

maria sudibyo

(280883 / parist van java)

The Lone Wanderer


What am I doing here?
Running on my lonely fear
Waiting for somebody
Clinging on some memory

I should take rest and sleep
Let the tiredness be swept
But my mind still struggle to awake
Doesn't want time to be wasted 

I don't know what to search
I need some sign to be heard 
Before I lost in helpless state
Clawing on my darkness plate

If I look outside the window
I will only see the field full of snow
If I stare inside my burrow
I will only have the darkness of sorrow 

I wish to find a flame
That could burn me with passion
Before I left numb and cold 
Without a will, without something to hold on

I want to go to a place
Where I could hear my own voice
Before I disappear in the crowd
Without a name, without a home to remember

I keep looking for another light
Even thought it brings me to night
I keep looking for another word 
Even though I know I might be hurt

I keep avoiding the talk about the end
Even though it is a certain omen
I keep resisting to say good bye
Yet it is the fate all should lie

Submitted: Wednesday, January 23, 2013
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