– Steven Anggrek
I was little and somewhere else
In my own world and then yours
The endless road and blurry vision
A thirtsy loner who tried to discern
What like the eyes, rots the soul
And many other concerns
Then faith becomes no more religion
The further I go, the closer I am
To the sea and the big tree
And the older I become
The more I understand
What pleases the soul, worth an eye
Still this day, I have changed
Yet, I remain the same.