How I miss...
Getting on the bus, watching the road passing by through the window
Going to the bookstore in the morning, and,
Taking a sip of coffee in the afternoon, talking about everything nonsense
Walking on the side road, joining the crowd of strangers
Watching the sun set in the night, when all the lights starting to blink

How I miss wandering,
And getting lost,
And falling in love with the city
When I laugh so hard because I have the best companion,
When I smile in my heart because I see a mother taking care of her child

These moments are when,
I feel rich even though I am poor,
I feel full even though I am starving

All I have now is routines
And I'm wondering why,
I feel poor even though I am rich,
I feel empty even though I am full


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