I ponder on why you still crawl into my dreams
Is it my agony of guilt over our present?
I wish I could wield the situation
But your shadow haunts me to every distraction

I agonized about reading the air
What if I crawling back to you again in your greatest day
But I do remember something
"If it ain't broke, don't fix it!"
So does a fact of life
That you are no longer my felicity

Blitar, 21st of June 2020 7.30 a.m.