Tangled thread

Hard to understand, hard to break
When life gets worse
Like a crab on rocks
I don’t want to live, I don’t want to die

Is it possible to hope for results without struggle, without sacrifice?
Or, is it possible to achieve huge profits without capital?
Doesn’t every product match what is being worked on?

If the world were a theater
Why do you have to get lost, immersed in all the drama pure– pure?

Why spread charm if it’s just to win wood?
The heavenly wind that exhorted was filled with words as sweet as honey
Running in martyrdom song breaks the heart
Of course it’s fake!
Because in the end it will be hell
As a fact that leads to disaster and disaster

Who is nobler among the humble as he is
With the luxury of a blanket of tangles?

How mixed between black and white
What had been struggling beyond measure, turned gray
Woven into tangled threads, bound like a vicious circle
Endless bottomless

In silence we joke, mhope for God’s blessing
Among the hunters of treasure, throne and power
With one thousand masks and a thousand faces
Decorating a world that is increasingly turning the evening…

*****

Malang city, November the first day, Twenty two thousand.

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