You, yes you, can I ask you something?
Who am I?
Please, this is not a weird question
Because I don't know myself either.

What am I thinking now?
What actually I want?
Why I did wrong?
Where is my old good self?

Is it interesting?
I cannot focus my mind on the thing I am supposed to do.
Everything seems to turned out  wrong way.

I want to be on a mountain
While forgetting that I am climbing a stair

I am thinking how to get to Kedah,
while I am driving to a new place I never went.

I expect everyone to notice me like everyone notice the signboard
I am jealous of that signboard above me
It is far away higher than me
It has been taken care so well
Even a tiny dust must be brushed away from it
I wonder how could I be like it
When?
Fool me
That is just a dream, so impossible
I am dreaming of being that signboard everyday
While forgetting that I am just a tiny thing.
Being hit everyday by vehicles
Yes, I am just a tiny black rock, in a sea of other rocks, making up a street.