Lelah..

aku lelah berjalan sendiri

menopang beratnya beban yang di taruh di pundakku

rasanya aku ingin menangis

aku ngin berteriak

bebaskan aku, bebaskan aku dari deritaku

aku ingin berlari

menjauh dari kehidupanku yang sekarang ini

aku ingin sendiri manjalani hidup yang ku ingini

aku marah, aku bosan, aku benci...

adakah tempatku disana??

adakah arah yang bisa kutuju

adakah jalan bagiku tuk kulalui

ataukah aku harus menyeret langkah kakiku

di cadas dan bebatuan tajam ini??

aKu Lelah....

Aku Bukan aPa2 tanpa MU Tuhan

PadaMu aKu berharap

PadaMu aKu Berdoa

BentuKLah aKu, dan kuatkanku

sbaB ku taK dapat JaLan Sendiri

Memory

Because the happiness, because the irony

Because the importance, because it is funny

Because the promise, because the faith

Memory is remembered

Whether daily, whether eventful

Whether beautiful, whether sad

Whether planned, whether accidental

Memory is made everyday

Because the time, because the nature

Because the trauma, because the secret

Because the plan, because the fear

Memory is forgotten

For the shame of dignity, for the hunger of power

In white lies, in written history

By erasing some fact, by adding impact

Memory is manipulated

By the flash of look, by the said word

By the thing, by the thought

By the shocking impact, by unconscious dream

Memory is triggered again