Real.
The responsibilities of an unspoken deal Never forget to remind me that it’s leal Supported by all the bruises that won’t heal And many guilts resulted by the incomplete will
It’s neither just about what people will always feel Nor the decisions that will shape what I feel Or the fate that seems like a form of a seal Then give the order to follow the impossible drill
Nothing and no one is necessarily conducting a kill But somehow it would just be a remarkable skill Only to provide the need of a legitimated meal Also to enstinguish the urge to pay an unavoided bill
No one will conciously has the willingness to kneel Nothing will also push to put the mind on the grill The fact that conciousness is always to conceal Will only distinct what to whisper and what to yeal
Anyhow nightmares will always be there to thrill Along with the gestures of a saint that’ll follow to reveal
No matter what everything has to take to appeal Wouldn’t a life is always precious enough to be real?
[ Jakarta. July 11th, 2017. 00:00 ]















