ANTON RUSTANTO

Many persons said this thing is true
Many people said it is a clue
I’m only able to watch the sky is blue
I never ask for more than my due

Perhaps somebody we claimed sin was sincere
Maybe we ourselves claimed was sin
Or both of us were sin, or clean?
for whom the hell is provided, then?

Our soul is shackled in a labyrinth
Without knowing which one where the way out is
We perceive, as if only us the men who bless the world
Others only scum of society, permitted to be destroyed

Now, where is the direction we step?
South, north, east, west,
Everything to be hazy
Past, now and future
Portrayed absurd on my wall of limited imagination

I just want to be here…

Sharing all of my fallen soul to ‘my window’
Melting fidgety together for my shadow
Let my mind fly away with spirit started to low

Yeah, for me it’s sufficient…