At The End Of The Day
At the end of the day, I realized something
Something that can erase everything
Something that can make me the worst,
Something that can make my anger burst.
Before, I was thinking that this is the destiny
Expecting that it can be an agony.
But now, what happened after that?
Why did the story just stopped so fast?
Where is the story I want from myself?
I seek to it but no one help.
How can I find it nobody could help me?
How can I write it if my mind is empty?
Then, I realized that my story is still on going
And will stop when I'm at the peak of dying
Who will be the one to continue my story?
Is there brave enough to conquer my worry?
And now, I became fulfilled.
Fulfilled with everything that I wanted
So much fulfilled that I finished my story
And at the end of the day, I leave with peace, smilingly.
