Irony

Life is boring, without the right person.
Tasteless, without the right smell.
Motionless, without the right chemistry.

We're always on the run, aimlessly aiming for the only one.
And in the end, someone will stumble and fall.
And we laugh to ourselves,
Thinking how stupid we are to believe and wait.

To believe in,
the laughters one shared?
the agitation behind the intimacy?
the moments one brush each others' hair?
and the dubious truths one whispered to another?
Oh, how easily innocence turned sorrow.

It's always the only one.
But the truth is, nobody knows.
And everyone just wait.
Waiting for something that never comes,
In the end, there's nothing left but rubble.

Though life goes on, where
our steps aren't playing the same rhythm anymore,
our eyes aren't seeking for the same direction anymore,
our minds may moved on.
But what's left behind, never will be forgotten.

Without you,
coffee may not smell like it used to be;
cigarette may not taste serene anymore;
the noise of the crowd may filled only with loneliness,

But life goes on.
Even if it lost its reason.

But life goes on......
Ironic, dont you think?