then suddenly i come back to this, my old old path
i remembered – as same as i could
with all cross roads and intersections
i remembered – as same as i would.
why am i here? – i asked him
why am i here? – i asked her
why am i here? – i asked the another her
they answered ‘watch’ – as same as they could.
the same old movies, the same odd picture
some very bad, i would cry
some very nice, i would die
why do you take me back? – as same as i lured.
watch, and learn – they say, i can’t – i say
you take this task, you take this cleanse
purify your soul, purify your goal
yet i am not done? – as same as i cured.
all bad as you could cry, all nice as you could die
you are not done, my dear
all bad i could shy, all nice i could should – mood
heaven, nirvana, or even an illusion – as same as i could be sure.
jkt / 9 june 2011