The Wanderer

None of us

Enter one’s mind with no trace to leave

Sweeping under the rugs

Silently shedding some light struggling to live

We have lost the innocence of words

Through some coffee cups keeping our mind drown

Hardly grasp the light in a world

Where sadness and loneliness lingers around

Under the moonlight

We are sailing to a distant land

Visible to sight

Reading the fairy tale we never understand

-Tangerang Selatan, 28 Juli 2020, 9.35pm-