A PLACE CALLED “HOME”

Back then I was so sure, that I was totally born as a free man.
I dreamed to live as a wild animal.
"Running around, playing, and have some fun".
"The earth is my bed, the sky is my roof".
I had no reason to stay.

Soon I realized that, all I was doing was running away from my life.
Coz I didnt get the idea, I never realized.
That even a wild animal have their endurance limit.
That they surely need a place to stay.
And juz can’t deny.
That there’s a place called “home”.

And juz can’t deny.
Though it means cry many times.
But… I learn the meaning of joy and happiness.
Though it feels sweaty and hot inside.
But… It’s the place to cool off my mind.
Though it spaced me and looks like a narrow dark area.
But… In this tiny little cage… I’ve learned how to fly… and not for once.

And juz can’t deny.
I will always back to a place called “home”.
I have to!
I must!
Coz it’s a place called “home”.
The place where I am belong.

The place I found love.
The love untill the end of my journey.
And juz can’t deny.
I live a life in a place called “home”.

27 April 2005, 3.15 PM

MY PURE SOUL

I stay up tonite, being half asleep. Wondering where am I. Amazed by the confusion so deep. I am asking myself about life. I asking my life about me. I am asking them about us.. me and myself. I am searching for u, for u have been a stranger to me. I am searching for u, coz I miss you so much. My spirit, my body, are looking for the other you, my pure soul. Should I knock at your door? Should I touch u softly, beg u, to come back and reveal urself? Should I try? Or should I cry? Where have you been all this time? I do miss u so much. I miss me so much. I miss myself so much. I miss my dreams so much. I miss the art of struggling, the one once you admired. I miss the art of happiness, the one once you stepped on ur loneliness. I miss the art of rebellion, the one once you showed all the time as a free spirit. Nothing can worry u. Nothing can control u. Nothing can smash u dust. Nothing about u is lust. My body, my spirit, r longing 4 u my soul. The one who worship me, myself and my dreams. I’ve been fooled once. But not now,I know what I want. I’ll fight 4 u once again. 26 April 2005, 11.15 AM