#492 On My Private Mountain

This here is 
My own private mountain to climb
And no one else can
See the steep slopes ahead
The twists and turns that await

This here is
My own quiet struggle to fight
Against the tide
Against the herd
Against the voices in my own head
And no one else can
Hear the self-doubt
The gnawing sense of futility

This here is
My life
And no one else can
Live it for me.

#490 On Time that Strips Us Bare

It feels millennia since I’ve walked those halls 
The uni years of youthful politics
As if that young man was just someone else
In subtle ways, we’re prey to Time’s false tricks
How did that young man come to be this old?
Did Time strip off the masks that kept us bold?

#487 Tentang Rebutan Edan

Dari awal usia insani
Kuasa jadi medan rebutan
Gaduh perang menjadi resmi
Fitnah bunuh bukan sempadan
Gelap hati persis sang shaitan
Hanyut dalam lautan edan.

#484 Tentang Kejadongan

BODOH itu satu penyakit 
Yang kini tular menjalar menyepit
Seluruh batang tubuh sebangsa
Tersengat tak kira miskin mahupun kaya

BODOH jadi semakin liar
Bila JAHAT turut tersebar
Seluruh bangsa runtuh merana
Bila BODOH dan JAHAT bergabung kuasa

BODOH makin meracau kacau
Bila SOMBONG membikin sasau
Seluruh warga terhukum sama
Bila sang JADONG diberi kuasa

Benar kata pendeta ilmuwan
JADONG alat perisai shaitan

SOMBONG bikin pemimpin bebal
BODOH bikin bangsa tersial
JAHAT bikin negara gagal

Otak beku, taring bersiung
Marakbar kamu, pemimpin JADONG!

#483 On the Pain that Purifies

The pain: it purifies and clarifies
Draws into keen attention Life's travails
A sharp and rude reminder to the wise:
The tallest trees can fall amidst the gales
Hold fast to Him, and He shall grant you ease
His Mercy shall bring suffering now to cease.