Never Too Late
Elegi Esok Pagi ( Elegy Tomorrow Morning ) - Ebiet G.Ade
Prefer to sleep already, not happening yet. Listening to Ebiet's songs that my camping friends used to sing around the campfire at night. This song Elegi Esok Pagi was one of them.
Poem and poetic nature whatsoever and words are never on my list of fortes. But I think this song is nice. Believe it or not, I actually dont know what elegy is or what it refers to in types of poem until a few minutes ago, that it is a poem of deep reflection, lamenting of a lost one, and something about being in a stanza form. I vaguely recalled learning about stanza in school. However, today me... huh?! What stanza? More amazingly still, I remember I used to write poems and compiled them into 2 thick folders, even... which I decorated with Snoopy and glitter wrapping paper. I am pretty sure my poems werent a stanza or proper elegy. Because.... I prefer simplicity. Something like: Gue laper. Warteg.
Gue = I/me (slang. Used with peers mostly).
Laper = hungry.
Warteg = local canteen selling various cooked varieties.
All in all, basically what I meant is : I am hungry, going to warteg to eat. It saves a lot of energy to simply say: me - hungry - warteg.
Listening to this song again today, and reading its lyric, I dont think it is about lamenting lost one, more of longing a lover. Already dead lover? Maybe. I am not a wordsmith.
Lets say it is a song about longing, what am I longing for that makes me like this song since my camping days? Camping? Campfire? Camping friends? Campsite? Camping on mountains?
At this age, who wants to set up a tent for a few days then pack up and go home to concrete jungle? Sis only went camping once in her whole life, and she declared to her friends next time they plan camping again, make sure they can park their car next to their tent😂.
It did cross my mind to go back camping on the mountain myself, but... nature here always being connected with somekind of mystycism, spirits, ghosts and such, which makes me feel uncomfortable going there alone.
If only I had a map to Heidi's grandfather's alps, more peaceful and enjoyable to meet Peter and his goats than.... unclear mysticism imo.
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