Aftermath of the dance,
in the pool of sorrow,
partner with grief.

The music end,
but I'm still dancing,
with the sadness steps.

They all went back home,
dance in another arms of their own glory,
I'm still wondering when it will be my turn begin the glory dance.

I still drowned in the grief way dance,
as I never begin nor did end,
tired I am.

Passion of my words,
flow through the way of thoughts,
birth right from the mind that contains them all.

building with rhyme,
the number blind,
yet I still write.

The heart and soul beneath,
hide underneath,
shy but bold.

The passion behind,
the words that out loud,
but never same tone with those silence sound.

"What's wrong with him?"
The way they whisper,
pretend I heard none,
hurt me in the tiniest voice,
with the loudest thoughts.

"Don't turn out like the weird freak in the corner."
The whisper become loud,
still I pretend heard none,
I'm not tone down my mind,
to act as part in your journey of delight.

"Calm down."
The way they whisper,
the little part of me,
many but dimmed,
still I hope your whisper were loud.

Don't you hate yourself a little everyday,
since you awake, things be the same,
all the scold and yell from back then,
come alive, live vividly in your mind.

Don't you hate yourself a little everyday,
knew something was off today,
but still play it off as it was a game,
you only got one chance to live these days.

Don't you hate yourself a little everyday,
all your regret, come back again,
a simple mistake, left with pain,
hate the way it is and still nothing left.

Don't you hate yourself a little everyday,
telling yourself, it is okay,
it is normal,
but it ain't.

Don't you hate yourself a little everyday.
Well, try love it every minutes even it's pain.

The star was shining,
the star was blinking,
the star was weeping,
Can you even see it?

Across the universe,
hiding behind the sun,
stay beside the moon,
but there was so few.

The star was hanging,
the star was staying,
the star still weeps,
do even know it?

There was a lot,
friends was what they called,
forgotten since you grown,
There they still weep their thoughts.

The star was sorrow,
the star was memory,
the star was weeping,
Would they ever stopped?

The dance of grief,
between a lot of you,
and a little of me.

What’s the point of this dance?
The soulless wave,
the rhythmless step,
and the pointless music.

Here we round a circle,
and make a little of this dance,
suffer from same pain,
deal with different of grief.

She gave a lot to the whole lot of you,
each and unique,
she made this dance,
which we called grief.

She left…
She left and dance for the lot of you,
and the much for me.

The wide of your eyes,
tight and almost blind.
Never see what ahead of you,
the vision I could build.

You just one of them from the world they build.

The vision of your sight,
narrow and despair.
What more could you see,
when you didn’t even tried.

You just part of the member never move and never view.

The future I foreseen,
bold and scary.
Failure always part of it,
why won’t you and the rest try to bet?

I’m seen what more we could be.
Success will lie on me.

The life within,
the glass holding.
The 'us' in it,
same yet but never so.

The mirror reflect,
a life slowly decay.
The 'me' in it,
same yet but never so.

The news I received,
hurt and expecting.
The cold 'smile' in it,
same yet but never so.

The image I see,
people's lives from daily.
The 'day' in it,
same yet but never so.

The voiceless wanderer wanders a path,
into the midnight that cover by dark.

There he wait in the corner,
a morning return.

Little does he know,
he is the midnight echoes.

I wait for a message,
that bring me to joy.
I wait and waited,
my time has gone.

I wait for her arrive,
but she was far gone,
I wait and waited,
my mind has lost.

I wait for night,
where dream shine under the moonlight,
I wait and waited,
only few stars by my side.

I wait for impossible,
knowing it never come true,
I wait and waited,
like a fool but I'm glad.

I wait for a familiar face,
realize I lost the chance to see her when I'm wake,
I wait and waited,
I've shatter since awake.

A Tomorrow we desired,
an empty mind we had,
an uncertain feeling inside of us,
and it all hide beneath.

A four walls of white,
a delight of thoughts,
a million of colorful of dreams,
and it destined to breakthrough.

A cage of reality,
an invisible of lock,
an inevitable freedom,
and a patience key to free.

Is my dream not enough to reach out the sky that limit us?
The thin cloud locked me in, the greyer it get, the thicker it became,
my dream never set foot in.

Is my voice so low caused my thoughts never show?
The world be a giant stage that the crowd of people be my audience,
but never one or once attends.

The wait for the unknown and unsure,
the week you deem to let me expect,
just a disappoint news to receive.