Sometimes I drown into a pit,
Where I feel sorry I've missed many precious moments back at home ground.
The 21st birthdays,
Family weddings,
Friends tripping,
Late nights on the road and 'teh tarik halia'.

But also I love the memories here,
So much that letting go becomes harder each time,
Each time I take a step, a different path and as every second ticks away.
The joy,
The love and hate,
The passion,

The survival kit,
It's different all together.