Records of my summer days

Dear, I was told that it is not easy to start on something and leave your comfort zone Well, No, It is harder to hold on and keep on to something you already have Leave might not be on your list Yet you never know what's on the other's list Thank you for staying for a while I might have fallen, flown, and now it is time to gone May I see you when the time is right and the whole universe let me do so May they also won't let me miss the presence of you Meeting you was the best gift, and knowing you deeper was the greatest plot twist. Jakarta 2019, when the sky woke me up after 180 days of sleep

People are not machine Nor a robot They are not coded with complex scripts Not programmed with countable numbers Nor even can be predicted with combination and permutation People are not machine All their thoughts cannot be simply written on word with existing letters on the keyboard Their feelings cannot be easily heard just by connecting a cable So does the mind, cannot be arranged as easy as you arrange your desktop's display People are not machine Even you are not Even I am not People are not machine And thus I can't predict your act using any kind of statistics formula People are full of uncertainty With all numbers of possibilities in this universe One might choose none of them Or maybe all of them People are not machine And that is the charm Surprises, unpredicted bugs People are not machine People are not machine  And PEoPle aRe nOt And I,                            Again,                                                

C/ With the colour of blue, you came Ask me to play join a game Without a sign, you invite me in Deeper and deeper To the game, I have never been in Nothing around, just you and your game And I only watch you play And stay D/ And stay  Until the blue no longer give a clue Until the grey start to play away Until I walk away to the grey And leave every hey you say