The Purpose - exaggerated

First of all, I would like to thanks to @exavolt for his inspiring (halagh) gambusan in his blog. There’s things in this world that can’t be written by long words. When we try to describe it then the words will form a poem. And this is just my expressive words, not poem :D

 

I am usually expressive and open.

But for this one i can’t.

I am usually rough and loud.

But why for this one I can’t.

 

 

Why love cannot choose.

Why life cannot choose.

Why I cannot choose.

 

The answer is there

The answer is hidden there

 

While people is given by a lot of choice

Me am not

Me am not

And always not

 

While people is freed

I am not

I am not

And still trapped in the golden cage

 

When people laugh, when people happy

for the last time, I CAN’T

 

Yes I know

You must laugh to me

You shall laugh to me

You SHALL, YOU SHALL AND SHOULD

 

Time… always playing with me..

It Runs

It Burns

It never Turns

 

No Choice

No Purpose

Just a empty space

and a golden cage

Inside it, it’s me.

 

Have you seen?

Please see, come, and free me from this damned place

 

 

 

 

Regards

RMS Noor HPD

(lynxluna)