Glad she's glad now.
That she shines herself,
So high and,
So bright,
Leaving the shadows of a broken man behind.
But, my clock hasn't ticked,
So here's to the other side.
Somewhere between the lines,
Somewhere between Hades and Zeus,
You(?) still roam below her clouds,
Hidden underneath the wisdoms of her books,
Her strength out of your grasp;
You constantly beg the hands of time for sympathy,
As you wait,
For the point of realization to tear you apart,
And wail at you,
"ALL OF THIS IS'NT WORTH IT"
(Straight into your soul)
Your head's stubborn,
Your heart's numb.
But people don't know,
That it isn't a matter of choice,
But people don't know,
That there are ways in,
Without ways out.
That why would they even care?
They'll only learn look at you with their heads thinking,
How it's such a shame,
That your faith fluctuates like the flickering lights.
So much desire to ignite,
Yet no sources of befitting power.
And it goes on, and on, and on.
Khai,
The night reminds you,
Of how everything used to be.
Yet it tells you,
It's time you look at the moon and stars differently.
It never stops, Khai.
It never will.
- Khairul Anwar
