Life is like a flow of a river
Every decision we savor
Will decide where we'll land
What we'll face and how we'll end
Some people stay lively
Work so tediously
To find a job
At nearby club
Some pursue their dreams
Go through various means
To fulfill their passion
Before getting pension
Some people live to die
Look for a comfortable lie
To end their lives
And ride to paradise
Life is determined by choices
Decisions are blurred by noises
Deeds are done by hands
How are they gonna end?
Those who lived lively
Will look at the past sadly
Yearning for a u turn
Greatest time to return
Those pursued their dares
Will see that it's all nightmares
After it all had turned to real
Happiness will be surreal
Those who lived to die
Will hopelessly cry
There's no paradise
For them to rise
(Jakarta,12th August 2009)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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