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Take a step back and analyse.
Listen to some sounding advice.
Do you like what you see?
Are you longing to be free?
Think three steps ahead.
bought and sold.
Facts versus fiction.
What is it with people like you?
You treat everything a competition,
all in the name of public acknowledgment.
You flaunt your fortunes,
clearly fishing for compliments.
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’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.
some things are irreplacable.
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.
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
I wish I had my rose-coloured glasses,
so I could see the colours of your optimism.
You say we can be stronger than our painful wounds.
Maybe it’s true.
Maybe I could play the same role again too.
Are you afraid of my face?
I am human too,
just like you.
This face represents me.
This is part of my identity.
How to recognise me,
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,
You may complain
about the rain
It’s hard to go home
without getting drenched
Nights are long
The city traffic’s a bitch