See Me Again Next Time

Desnia Pretisya

Who am I to make myself important enough to the world?

Must I stay selfless yet unhappy living my life?

Should I speak the unspoken word?

Or should I keep silent and run away?

The near possible options couldn’t make it easier,

If I still found myself sitting in the darkest corner.

It took a while to figure out what I ever wanted,

So far, quitting might be the best choice.

I’m right here, next to the pillar,

Leaning back, watching the leaf fly away,

Carried by the wind in the air,

I wonder if there's a way I might decide to go.

I’m right here, on my bed,

Neither sleep nor rest,

But overwhelmed by the sorrow in my chest,

Carried my emotional outburst.

I feel lost, yet I’m in my own house.

I couldn’t say that here is my home.

The house just protects me from the outside,

But the sorrows are under this roof.

So I ran outside, to make myself feel,

Am I living in my home?

Or am I going to find my home?

Neither of those feelings bothers my heart.

So I decided to run farther than before.

Until the house, I used to live in called me to come back.

Instead of getting the call, I’ve been waiting,

They gave me the motivation to leave for good this time.

I didn’t come back,

For some reason, I can’t say it out loud

I didn’t come back,

For good this time.

See me next time,

When you see me on TV or Newspaper.

See me next time,

Or see me in your next life.

True Thoughts