At times, dwelling too deeply on what lies ahead
becomes the very weight that holds me back.
I believe in the grace of failure,
and in the quiet power of trying.
The universe whispers signs
and though i follow them,
I still wonder if they're real.
But maybe…
that doubt is allowed.

So much I’ve gained, truly..
Both the blessings and the bruises
I’ve received them amid the clamor
Yet never let them wholly settle in.

The cosmos has taught me to rise
The cosmos has taught me to dare
The cosmos forbids me, from ever doubting this self I bear.

The midnight breeze escorts your pace,
Grace in motion, my soul’s quiet praise.
Might I dare to ask, if true,
Who is the maiden with mohawk hue?
I cannot bear to meet her gaze,
The fairest face that steals the haze.

Sudah lama, entah akankah menjelma?
Teman kecilku berhamburan
Rangkaian aksara yang ku susun buyar perlahan
Meninggalkan lembaran putih nan bersih

Sungguh malang teman kecilku
Tersesat dalam ketidakwarasan waktu
Ruang tempatmu bercerita kini sunyi
Maka, menangislah segera, agar dapat ku menjumpaimu, agar kembali bergema riuh ruang sunyi itu.