Orphan Vivaldi
W.A. Pradana
I live in unlivable life
Worrying my worryness no worry
No parents present the presents
No carer in care home cares me carefully
I sing singers’ songs
On the street below the streetlight is up my street
Secretly secrete my secret secrets
Avoiding my avoidable avoidance
I am an orphan who’s orphaned in orphanage
I look for my parents looks
Miss someone who miss me
Need someone’s need of me
I love being loved by lovers
But no one knows my knowable knows
Will my God’s will fit my will? or
Am I a hoper hoping my hopeless hope?
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