Woke up late in the weekend,
Enjoying my holiday to the end,
Static hair accompanying my bed,
Drowsy, don't want to wake up from this bed,
Turns out, those I consider brothers and sisters are outside,
Visiting me, not notified,
Shock, I saw them with rackets in hand,
Playing on the street in the middle of ramadan,
Approached them,
Talk about things,
About the job that this Uncle just got in,
About the house that's just being built in,
That's my house, that they're talking,
Talked to them about the planning,
Seems that they walk to here,
Not bringing vehicle to be seen,
Stayed for a deep talk,
For eat and health talk,
Convinced each other to be exercising,
Then the rain came in,
Just as they were leaving,
Are you seriously going to walk from here,
No, no, car ride from here,
Talk about sink,
For the balcony that they are currently building,
Worried about the material we're deciding,
Can it stand the rain, that will be coming,
Because there's no roof that can shield the sink from the top,
'Guess need to clean regularly, stay top notch, years to come from now on,
Dad advised me,
Not to fast walking,
That gives people anxiety,
Just seeing,
Okay, fine, I try to tame it,
I be wanting to be quick, sometimes I can't help it,
-From someone who's drowsy and wants to be sleeping,
End.
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