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Enoch 6d
My heart that once beat for the one was calm from the start,
my silly mind that thought we were close to each,
but the distance was far as ever seem.

My hour and minutes was wasted for my thinking of your staying,
my life was feeling full of imagine of your existing,
but you were never close next to me.

My heart gave up for thoughts of you ever since January,
my days restart from the day you calling other's name,
but I'm still stuck in my yesterday's memories.

My foolishness stayed the same like it was a glorious purpose,
my world's lack of light and finally realize it was dim,
but I came to know there's a home wait for me.
Enoch 7d
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.
Enoch 1d
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.
Enoch Feb 17
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.
Enoch Feb 17
Today,
a day we live,
a day slowly fade,
a day only for us to create.

Tomorrow,
a day of unknown,
a day we may still there,
a day full of surprise and full of shock.

Yesterday,
a day became memory,
a day destined to be our history,
a day we never truly move on since.
Enoch 4d
You wish to see,
the day in front of you.
You wish to know,
the step you took.
Is it right or not?

You wish to be,
Unique and selling,
You wish to have,
what they already had.
Is it foul to desire for things?

You wish to fly,
the wings you build with dreams.
You wish to run,
the speed that blessed by luck.
Is it tired to stay the same as before?

But... there always be 'but'.

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