A WORRIED

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You softly educate me in a cuddle

In order not to cry, is the first lecture

You begin to let me go to the jungle

I am dazed, like a lion loses its leader

In the midst of this dark places

I should  dare cross any hurdles

With much less experiences

Is there a fire that I can take as a light?

To burn the wilderness of the dark night?

I have had enough age

To be alive by my own feet

I know your face still worried

Malang, 2012