I hate the fact, today is sunday
My body doesn't ready for tomorrow
My soul still crave the happiness
And, honestly, what do I seek?
I hate the truth, today is the last holiday
My body asks me to ignore the calendar
My soul still want to crying
However, what's the name this feeling?
I wish I'm on the happiness
But, I have nothing to make it
I wish I'm on the bright shine
No, I'm chasing the light my own
I wish I'm the winner after this
But, I have no energy anymore
I wish I'm on the true track
No, I'm isolating with my darkness
(19 January, 2020)
