Let me know

Dear G,

i don't understand why?
i don't know what must i do,
because what i do is wondering,
what i do is asking.

oh G,

just let me just fly.
over the rainbow so i can see the beautiful there.
or let me just fall.
into the valley so i can see the worst there.

Nothing i do G,

all this things i called tasteless.

why always Jakarta and my little bedroom?