by Ratih Kumala Dewi on Friday, January 14, 2011 at 3:03am
I'm still left thinking of a lost past
when people are so eager to talk about their dreams
I'm still here, re-arrange debris of hopes that had collapsed
When people are so vibrantly to reach what they want
I still did not move in search of what my heart would expect
Yes ... I am not like them
a gallant flying over the sky like a hawk
ford the ocean without fear
I'm just me
although they are so awesome
I do not have to be them right?
Because I'm just me
having my own dreams
having my own love story
although so long my step
I must have arrived
on my own adventures
