How would I be otherwise?
Who else could I be?
Who could tell if there are other tales?
What's left but walking the chosen path
in a realm that is most obscure to logic
whose edge shaping the silhoutte of life
that has been forever longing
to be fulfilled and understood
What's left but dancing to the rhythm
that rips the will off its stiffness
delivering it to the game of life
that has been eternally yearning
to be played and savoured
So I am here ... but so what?
And so what ... if I am here
Li- Jakarta, 21/10/06
