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separation

and the clock ticks off with the lemon juice that seems to be miles away
i find it difficult for me to just stare at the sun when it is almost the end of the day
as i look at the space of wealth on my torn jeans, i wonder
when is she coming?
damn, i wish that her shadow in the nearest second will be seen

but then i find myself stranded packed in this pack of sardine while i turn my music on to find some tune
it is daylight with loud chatters that i can't really hear as i am still looking for the moon
i stare at my reflection and think, will i reach my destination in time?
because i don't really know
i can't find out whether being late is or not a crime

these moments that i go through, i am sure that i cannot have them back
even if i can turn back time and hold every second of the smiles without any lack
because i know every beginning has its ending and that is the fact of life that i cannot escape
separation will come after every relationship and a story without it even i can never create