Living on The Scars

Written by: Yanny Widjanarko

Where did the role of soul leave?
Blind in directions, lost in destination
Escaped amid to the extraneous crowds
As if gone shattered like the whisper of dusk

Peace of mind seemed to be fade and mortal
Like a starlight with less of hope
There was no love, no sorrow
Everything placed as ghosts

Will it able to question
If you hold all the answers
Will it able to survive
If you bury all of your sides

Confusion...
Mind occupied....

The uncertainty rule the roost
Thirst caressing for longing
Wondering for the cure, arrested in anxiety