Grow Up

Garisnya tidak lagi setebal dinding
Warnanya tidak lagi setegas batu nisan
Namun bentuknya masih seindah kamboja seharum kenanga

Rautnya bukan lagi berisikan senyum kecil
Matanya sudah tergores sayatan luka tua
Tapi rasanya masih tetap kelapa muda

Jarinya kini tampak letih untuk menggenggam
Kakinya bahkan masih berbajukan karet
Tetapi fikirannya seperti elang

Aku bukan lagi anak kecil menangis
Aku tidak lagi meminta minum
Tapi aku mengerti apa yang terjadi

Aku sudah besar
Aku sudah dewasa.

People

We should talk
Then walk.
Or we could laugh
Then go high.

We can be friends
Then talk by walk.
Or we can be enemies
Then laugh each other at the high.

We could fight
But it never right.
We could spend night
But it dark no light.

We must dance
To know how far the chance.
We might run
To know how it could be fun.

Sometimes we forget what we should do at the end of the day.
But sometimes we just let it loose what happened at the end of your day.
Because we are a living blood.
Who might ran or walk to take the life.

Because we are human.
People. People.

Beautiful Sadness

If the wind does not make you falter
Whether I will stand motionless?
Clueless, meaningless?

If the best way is to let the falling leaves blowing in the wind
I better pick up leaves without a sound
Than sitting silent reading your empty face drawing a sorrow

I do not know how the wind can not seduce you
Making a piece of your deepest soul to forgive
Making a smile in the corner of your sight

Because someday you will very sorry for allowing wind curse you
Yet you can still have a chance to fix all the mess
But i'd rather call this beautiful sadness than happiness.

Past

It wont last like romeo and juliet
Once you've betrayed it will lost
You can't deny like it's your fate
It can change what are you so fast.

Moment to moment will disappear
Through your sincerity of kindess and sadness
Every road has been blocked by your car
To never remain a thing as memories.

The first thing came up in ur mind
That's everything should left by ur fragile shoulder
To acknowledge inch of
Yesterday smell around ur neighbour.

And right after you hit by a hint of symultenous the day before
You loose
Broken wings will never be the same until you remember one thing about
You regret everything happens.

And If these things come twice
Still you called it past?