Ruby - Astari Boedikoentjara
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
I think I’ve run out of sedatives
just to numb the pain within.
I know, they can be addictive,
but I can’t deal with my feelings.
These days, they can be overwhelming.
You use your bitter past
to ensure their hopes won’t last.
“Be realistic,”
that’s what you always say
making sure your message sticks.
You complain about my hair
You make me want to swear
or the chubbiness in my cheeks
which somehow gives you the creeps
Then you go on with my nose
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.
There’s a thin, fine line
between being lazy
and experiencing lethargy
I feel I’ve been half-awake
Perhaps it’s too much coffee
The power abuse:
“People should be in order.”
Oh, yeah – have you been their best example(s)?
It’s your stupid, double standard
that makes it really, really hard
It’s true, I guess
Ignorance is bliss
Your life is perfect
How come they don’t get that?
Why is it always bad?
Enjoy these moments
of zero torments
no demands
except work to be done
Pseudo-romance
I don’t remember
the last time I cried in someone’s arms.
Perhaps I’m just trying to forget
in order to remain strong.
There are times you must be on your own.
“Patience is a virtue.”
Yeah, right.
At least according to you.
“There’s no point in this fight.”
Nothing wrong with patience.
Sometimes a soul wanders
to find somewhere safer
not in the shape of a building
a house full of material things
A soul can fear a mirror
