Wednesday, July 29, 2009

TIRED

I’m TIRED of trying to become what you want me to do.

You may tell me it’s my TALENT but no, sir. I want to do it NO MORE.

You may tell me it’s the ONLY way to survive, but hell. I lost my interest I might as well become living DEAD by now.

You may tell other lies about what I did, and what will I do, but sorry. These will stay as lies and false forecast.

I wish to chase my own dream, not the dream that you forced me to chase.

And that’s what happened. And what WILL happen.

I will do what you’d think I won’t do.

I will become what you’d think I won’t become.

These half-taken steps will become stepping stones to acquire the great mantle you mant me to wear.

That might not be the wings I need, but that’s the least I can do to repay your kindness—and one way to acquire my wings.

And, as soon as I got my own wings, I’ll fly.

To a place far away, that even I don’t recognize anymore.

To a place far enough that your fear and insecurity wont affect me anymore.

And be free.

Dedicated to those people who still see me as what I did in my past, and not what I do right now.

P.S. : Can anyone here help me deciphering what’s in the pixelated picture in my profile? It’s supposed to be a projection of my name (Muhammad Ferdyansyah Sechan), but I just can’t make something out of it.