Young And... - Poem by Maria Sudibyo
There are certain things we continuously fight
There are some we won't ever change
Could you fill the place that forever empty?
Could you satisfy the heart that always hungry?
We do useless errand
We talk nonsense chatter
But it always what you feel that important
Whether you have a faith or falter
So let's loosening the rule
Let's gathering the fool
And pay it on the end of the day
With anything worth left to stay
Let's digging the treasure
Let's explore the pleasure
Though we seem do nothing than play
We are struggling to live for a day
But they are just standing above the ground
Never see we try healing the wound
And nothing compare with the pain
When all we dream just in vain
And the story is repeated again
With another rhymes but same old song
There are so much things must be remembered
And the reminder also needs a reminder
Does it become my race?
If I walk my own pace
Does it turn into my mistake?
If we collided and cracked
Does it become my fate?
To walk the world full of hate
Does it turn to be my anger?
To challenge any danger
We will fight like some kind of warrior
When every body laughing at our attempt
Escape from thunder above our head
That ready to strike with its wrath
We will run away as fast as we can
Clutching the precious thing we won't ever lose
Running from approaching storm
Hiding behind the walls of home
They will come every corner
The darkness, the despair
They will ask every owner
The question, the illusion
With me carry the scar
With you carry the guilt
Can I offer you hope?
Can you lend me strength?
Before our age is over
Before regret is stronger
Give us a chance to spark the light
Give us enough love for kiss goodnight
Because I don't want to end restless
Even though I'm battered and weary
Don't close our door to happiness
Only because we are young and wary
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