Kembali Pulang

It's as if someone opened a window into a morning that still smells of sleep and yesterday's hopes. In this air, everything is mixed together - a light weariness from endless searching and a strange calm from knowing you still have to keep going. Let it be without a map, without promises, without "I'll be back." Each line sounds like a quiet reconciliation with oneself - with someone who is already tired of waiting for answers, but still knows how to leave gracefully. Without drama, just dissolving into the road where no one asks why. Only the wind knows that sometimes it's better to get lost than to stand still.