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“Patience is a virtue.”
Yeah, right.
At least according to you.
“There’s no point in this fight.”
Nothing wrong with patience.
The crowd has never looked so treacherous.
Nobody’s being serious
when it comes to dealing with the virus.
They simply group,
like hopeful fans for some photoshoots,
I’ve learned a lot
just from your betrayal.
No wonder trust is expensive.
No point in calling me paranoid.
I’ve added more bricks to my wall,
I’m just a number,
not a person,
at least according to them.
If I die as the only one,
then it doesn’t matter.
I’m just a dot in their statistics.
We can still see each other,
thanks to the webcam on our computers
or hear each other on our phones.
Still,
some things are irreplacable.
How can you catch a break
at the never-ending hurdles before you?
The bumps and cracks are nothing new.
More endless tasks to finish too.
Sysyphus must’ve been a human pinball,
Thy name was what they used to die for
And I had refused to bow down before
They walked in line believing they were right
But never seriously took they his might
The tyranny stands against us
It’s one hell of a scary piece of art.
It’s not about being rude for the sake of it.
It’s showing the face behind the mask,
no make-up but scars.
Let’s see who sticks around,
Have I put myself on exile for too long,
that solitude no longer feels wrong?
Just hollow,
a vacant space without a vibrant soul.
I’m afraid to forget
You’ll never know
but he misses the old days
when you seemed to love him so,
in your arms, he’d felt safe and protected.
You only see
Love's gonna make you nothing
And you will be down in the dumps
So crawl to me right now
I need a guy like you
Someone who has no soul and heart
And whose mind's filled with nothing
He bares his straight, white teeth for a smile
as he greets me with his shy “Hello”,
while I politely nod as I go.
His dark complexion slightly glistens
under the Jakarta morning sun.
