This complicated world, chester
like the tattoo on your body
circular-loop
the maze for the sake of the labyrinth
built
for another hassle
knowledge is created
for lack of sense
the direction is not eternal
humans run without
set his feet
say hello without sound
or voiceless
but from a distance
from the inner void
human beings wander
without a load on his back.
his head
her skin
his clothes
hate the Sun
and the Moon and the stars
the wind and the trees
When the spirit in your body
You banish yourself
You terbangkan to the highest heaven
as the Dervish
fly music
of flutes
with the sound of broken
Perhaps you've
to kill the world's complexity
from the prison of your head
Perhaps you've
stay away from all
and sleep peacefully
but, chester
What if death
only for those who are forgotten?
you're alive, remembered
along with the hassle-hassle
or, chester
What if it turns out
Nobody really dies
from the creation of this?
all is life
and fill out
and busy with the maze
that will continue to be built
for something that turns out to be immortal
for every reason
should you know
like you disappointed
a haven built from hassle
so is the effort to make the death
