Dying Verses

My soul has been stolen by an egoistic desire. I'm going mad now—and no one could help me. I've ran over my limitation, but I couldn't finish it up. No matter what I've done, I couldn't stay for breathing, or get my mind rest. I've been lost, I've been desperate. Roses blooming, wind blows. Small birds fly and get down to the ground and fly again—look for smaller creatures. Clearly, I could see how these all miracle live and breath day by day, show me how fool I am if I still can't understand the one simple word: Life. But yes I am. I still can't understand what this is—and even I still can't understand what I am. Just like shadow, love comes and vanishing. I hope these all dream, and then I'll get myself awake, in the Heaven... Semarang, 251210