In the motion

In the motion
(written in the plane on the way back home)

so, here i am in the plane going back home
tired, sleepless, a bit hungry

things start to change
more people speak the language that sounds alien and familiar at the same time
i swing between addressing people with english and with indonesian

the sky changes from Australian sky to Indonesian
the ocean I fly above
and soon the soil I land on and the air I breathe

don't ask about my feeling
i wish i could pick up one like i pick up a dress
choose one that suits me

things start to change
i will catch up