Firewood

It no wonder that

i'm no longer a freak

for every

sun and moon that

passes by

watering my thorns

crafted cage been a routine

that pickin' up cotton

candies in pasar malam

won't amaze me as much

as before

having the curtain fall

for a period of time

surprisingly

give you more than what

you need to swim on the

ocean

it always been nice to

realizing that all of the

gifts i've been getting

unconsciously

are the treasure i need

to get packed by

to continue the searching,

to continue the pleasure

or/of suffering

giving me the option

to keep the warmth of the sun

fill up half of my glass just

like my favorite hot milo

on the nearest burjo would

be the biggest risqué

let's appreciate your bravery,

no one ever thought that

i'm as quiet as the firewood

before you ignite the surface

who knows, i'd let the fire

burn all over it till it turn

into dust if the keyhole

fit in,

maybe,

just maybe.