Dj.ilham — What's Up

What's up?
What's up?
What, what? What, no, no, no.
What's up?
What's up? Oh. What's up?
Twenty-five years,
and my room’s still the same.
This four-wall cage,
the silent blame.
I wake up, make coffee, stare at the screen.
Another Monday, another dream unseen.
And my voice
is just a whisper in the rain.
So, so what's up?
What's up with this endless gray?
What's up with the price I pay?
I'm screaming inside, but all I can say is, "Hey, what's up