MOVE OVER

So there I sat right behind the steering wheel.
Dark grey cloud filling with striking thunders
covers the rainy evening sky.
As the car drove through the heavy traffic
my friends sang stupid songs with joy,
celebrating our last holiday of high school.


Car wipers were on, swinging from right to left repeatedly
wiping thousands of water droplets, making ways for my eyes to see
At a traffic light we stopped, await for the light to turn green
There, right on that moment something came out of my mind.

It has been thirty months since I first came to Semarang.
I made friends from all over the country
I studied science, social day and night
I had a really great time and it felt like home

But right on that moment in the traffic light
Boredom had stolen my fit feeling in Semarang
I need a new place to move on
To start another life
To face more challenge
To meet more people


“ Tin tin tin”
The car queue were protesting with their horns
I didn’t realize, the light had turned green
So I stepped on the gas accelerating the car
There are still six months to come . . .