Ruby - Astari Boedikoentjara
I miss talking to you
It’s plain simple and true
I understand, we’re both busy
Perhaps this is not the time, I see
No, I’m not going to fret
I know I haven’t
been that kind
not with tons on my mind
I’m still back on my feet
feeble but keeping up
with these erratic beats
What you choose to believe
will affect how you perceive.
A picture’s worth a thousand words,
or possibly less or more.
There’s more than meets the eye.
Advice?
More of them?
Truth or lies?
Should I give a damn?
I understand
No, sir!
Where did you get the idea
that it was about comfort?
Where’s your empathy?
Your statement has caused a lot of hurt
The world is growing older
I still keep coming back for more
every year, as a reminder
hopefully, to turn you better
How have you been?
Sometimes your blood runs cold
at the sight before you
You may be bold
spitting out what’s true
Pent-up anger inside
Never judge anyome
‘though I couldn’t help
when you decided to ridicule me
for being surrounded by boys
I chose to call friends
Are we in the era of escalating vanity?
So many strike a pose
It’s where anything goes
Once or twice ain’t enough
There’s always that extra dose
The bitch-fest seems to drag on and on
No wonder the soap operas’ ratings are down
Each finds ways to stab their opponents
perhaps until all is completely gone
What’s with the bad blood?
You may associate white
with beauty or purity
All I see is what looks empty
like a page or a canvass
for a writer or a painter
Welcome to the country
of mixed messages
As all you can see,
we've been this way for ages
Nothing's really free
Put your tongues in cages
