Hari ini, saya ingin keluar rumah.
Merasakan matahari di atas kepala, tidak melalui celah-celah jendela atau layar televisi.
Mungkin saya tidak akan memilih pantai, karena mataharinya terlalu dekat.
Dan matahari terbenam tidak seperti kelihatannya.
Warna jingga yang memakan ragu dan semua yang terang di sekitarnya.

Hari ini, saya ingin keluar rumah.
Merasakan bau tanah dan keramaian.
Tangis bayi dan gosip tetangga.
Tentang yang kini dan yang sempat kini.

Hari ini, saya ingin keluar rumah.
Menatap asa dan sedikit tentang lalu.
Melupakan apa yang tidak ada, ataupun yang semula tidak ada.
Kembali ke pelukan dunia.
Ke tengah hangatnya cerita semesta.

Between doubting and betting.
Deceiving and shouting.
Aligning and scheming.
We see human transforms into many forms.

The dealers stand in front of them all.
The man stands above them all.
The winner stands between them all.

Let’s do more auctions.
So we can guess the price of fruits and fishes.
Let’s go bargaining a little more.
So we can get some cube in between.

Coin flipping, straws drawing, dice throwing.
Maybe today is another day to get lucky.
Another time to mine minerals.
Another time to catch magnets.
Another day to bet your life on the match.

We think we can overcome the blood rush and the time limits.
Get on a monorails between stations.
Playing black and white with the cards.
Moving twelve pieces of chess.

But the innocent slays the kings.
The king slays the kingslayer.
The stories will always rewritten.

There is a wound that would never heal.
It’s infected
It burns.
It drains life out of people.
And starts drawing other things near them.

Barely alive and breathing.
Finding reason to keep alive, while consuming hate and anger beyond reason.

There is a wound that would never heal.
By happiness that she faked out.
By forgiveness she seeks desperately.
She never knows how she wounds other in the process.
She uses disadvantages as the most powerful weapon.

But we can care less.
It is her words against her.

There is nothing in the world that can heal an infectious wound.
Me.
Him.
You.
And if the end was near, and tomorrow will be another day, may the sins be forgiven.
Then let’s toast to another dawn.

I can see from your tired eyes that this task isn’t made for you.
The light flashed.
One, two, three.
Four, five, six.
The drum sounds louder than yesterday.
The colored lightstick thrown to the sky.
Yet, the melody never been sound so charming.
This is not what it should be, but you still play like this is the last day on earth.

You’ve never look dissatisfied like this.
And I couldn’t help but notice,  this task isn’t made for you.
Run to the east and walk like summer on winter.
Run to the beach and colored it yellow.
Backwards and repeat.

There were time better than this.
You should realize, that this task isn’t made for you.

Oh wait, you already knew it.

You remember being young(er).
Where all the hallways are painted white and the light is brighter.
There’s a door in the end of the hallway and you know it leads to somewhere new.
You never doubt to open it and pretend to be someone else.
New adventure always awaits.

You always forget half of the story or the story behind the previous door.
But then it’s okay.
New adventure always awaits.

There’s a silver lining for everything.
There’s no fear frightened you enough.
New adventure always awaits.

It’s not a nostalgia.
Because you’re still being you after all these years.
You’re feeling weird, because everybody doesn’t.
They fear not providing enough, or planning enough, or thinking enough.
New adventure always awaits, if you’re thinking enough.

But then, you’re not everybody.
You’re not even young(er).
You try to forget the thoughts.
You don’t want to think too much.
Luck favors the beginner.
Let’s stay the same for couple of years.