Ruby - Astari Boedikoentjara
Fiction sells better these days
It keeps you guessing anyway
It depends on how well we craft
and if you happen to be pretty daft
For us, it's entertainment
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 sometimes fall asleep
and find myself there again
back to the same quiet streets
and my two best friends
I miss those peaceful streets
Call me cruel
but I’ve been fooled
These scars don’t heal overnight
Don’t ask me to pretend I’m alright
I’m silently, patiently waiting
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?
Bright lights, late at night
from the city streets so quiet
He woke up in a daze
with blood on his face
his memories erased.
Want to know what safety is?
It’s not how I should be
locked indoors like some jewelry piece
I’m not and that’s a boring analogy
I’m human
INTRO:
Welcome to the class of life.
Experience is your teacher.
Here's your lesson:
I am way past that envy
or that so-called jealousy.
Just a silent observer
to the oblivious or ignorant
to the fact that we’re all different
and the universe always has a way
a pause
a question for a cause
a bouquet of flowers
a colour represents
a message that says:
“let’s just be friends”
I try not to experience
your loss and sadness
as everyone moved on,
or away, not staying long.
Too many statements
There's no amnesty granted
unless well-paid
Reach deeply into your pockets
until perhaps,
their eyeballs jump out of their sockets