The scorching heat is unbearable,
Buses, trains, cafes; all packed,
I am barely surviving in Kuala Lumpur
//
The smog covers this concrete jungle,
Convoluted roads from shady contracts,
Do they know what’s urban planning for?
//
Let’s build a highway to Kuching,
So I can get there on the weekends,
Don’t need to spend so much on wings,
Get on a road trip with friends,
//
The air is clearer and I can breathe,
Good thing for the bearable density,
Glad to feel human for a while,
//
This is the land my ancestors bequeathed,
Enjoying it in the presence of my family,
But too much of this makes life sterile
//
Let’s build a highway from Kuching,
Life isn’t just about our weekends,
Don’t need to spend so much on wings,
Time to grab opportunity with friends
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NOTE: I wrote this while I was homesick and tired so I just needed to express how I felt. I was also listening to Tacocat's "Bridge to Hawaii" on repeat for the whole day. The song is about the band who was tired of life in Seattle and just want to drive over to Hawaii (which you know, is impossible.)The opening line;
"You are a crazy little bard of crazy land // Who in yourself, at worst, guided by the crazy aunt"
instantly clicked with me. So the poem was the natural result of combining my frustration of being homesick, tired of KL on that day and playing a catchy surf-punk track the whole day.