If you ask me what happens
After three
I'd say

The new wedded couple
Is trying to calm their baby
After seventy hours
Of crying

The happiest
Zombies
The world will ever see

While the broken ones
Are still trying to figure out
How life gets there

Stuck between what could've been
And what will never be

When
Some young souls
Are still looking for meaning
In clubs
With paths to figure out
And feelings to talk about,

The olds
Wake up every fifteen
Trying their hardest to reach
The toilet
Before it's too late

But the smart ones
Are still on their date
With books and equations

Finding happiness
In unusual places

And oh
The righteous ones
Are praying their heart out
Leaning towards the floor
Whispering gently

The sincerest
Lovers

I'd say
A lot happens
After three

Then there's me,
Snoring like a hog.

Too Early To Be Late

In a world full of myself
Everyone loves me

They try and compete
To conquer my heart
In every
Way

In a world full of myself
Anything is easy

Mountains bow, and
Rain stops
By the tip of my fingers

In a world full of myself
Every street and every corner
Is meant to make me
Happy

The hours are made of songs
And moments hum
Like lullabies

In a world full of myself
The skies are my canvas
And the trees read me poems

As I paint the universe
In nothing but
My
Colors

So why is it that
In the world full of myself
I still
Hate
Me?

Dan jika pekat kota siang ini
Tak jua membisikkan namamu
Dari balik rapuhnya kaca yang
Melindungi kita dari kejamnya angin
Dan lembutnya angan

Kelak
Saat warna gedung-gedung itu telah pudar
Terik kan mengingatkanmu
Atas kelabu

Dan aku.