What can you get in a space?
A room to breathe every inspiration there is;
A ground to grow every imagination that comes;
A seat to brainstorm every dream you dare not to seize.
All you need is a space.
Solitude is golden.
It’s when you take pleasure in yourself,
Being who you are.
It’s when you shower yourself
With love and attention,
When queries fill the sphere,
But all you can find is shadow,
They turn into a cloud of doubt,
Then dissipates in no air.
There are roads less travelled.
Quiet and isolated.
You’ll find no crowd,
Nor any feast arranged.
Just you, and the road,
And the sun beaming the warmth you need
Every now and then, so that
You know you’re not forgotten.
Pillows as soft as a dreamy lullaby,
Carry you to another dimension in their comfort.
Rest, and enjoy what the time provides as a supply:
The present being of your sort.
The sky is still blue over Jakarta,
Under the aegis of the merciful Master of the universe.
The serene mural of hope
Shines through every crestfallen hearts,
Waiting to be comforted.
Parking means resting
And doing nothing
Until the next trip coming.
Whether a road trip or a flight,
You must keep your might
Rest from the fight.
Stop and recharge.