I am alone walking in the desert of Jakarta
But my life is out of fire
And my own desire is to be a bush men here in Jakarta
Also I want to prove to myself that I am brave
But in reality I am not brave
However it seems strange for me to be walking in the desert of Jakarta
Because I don't know the danger that is in the desert of Jakarta
But something is telling me that I am playing with fire
And on the other hand I will be a bush men just for once in my life
Because that is not going to be forever
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem