The Only Expectation

Not enough black to write on this white.

To tell all of the happiness and the pain.

When I get more for both of that.

When many people waiting to listen.

And the world is too.

Will never enough words to write it down.

When laugh is became a friend.

And the tire is became an enemy.

Although sometimes.

I know that I need to cry over all.

Many times I to try to learn.

Go deepest between the happiness and the pain.

Then I stopped when I got nothing.

And the only expectation I have.

I don’t have to write it all.

*)Makassar, 13th February 2014, Story of A Little Pen