What You Call a Beautiful Life?
The Story Begins in the Garden of Village
One day in your busy hours
In the work space, white walls and thick glass
For a moment you fell silent
To stop your busy mind from all ambitions
Your soul feels lonely in the corner of the room
Your eyes see the wall clock pointing at time
Your heart counts the seconds that continue to run
Your life measures time that never stops for anything
Sometimes you talk to empty seats
Who am I? And why am I here?
Does my life breath just spin at the height of the building?
In the middle of a party crowd and dance floor
Your legs and body try to follow the motion of music
Smiling to all the faces that look at you briefly
Greeting friendly to strangers you call a new world
You stand between sparkling lights and expensive clothes
You keep talking when you can't see the truth or lies
You try to pay attention that limited to distance
You try to get along in various languages
You use a different mask to play characters
Become a king, queen, princess, or prince
You just try to enjoy every role of the night world
Tired soul in the arms of the night
Trying to find another beautiful dream that doesn't look real
Walking to look for a different smile and sincerity
Morning dream trip down the countryside
Feel the peace of the dew smile at every step
Stepped into a simple life away from drama
Listen to laughter and share stories as they are
Seeing behavior that maintains politeness attitude
Feeling sincerely white souls without black lines
The world with a simple appearance in wise words
The beauty of life that you call human's love
Do I have to go back to the village to see the beauty of life as a human?
The question in your dreams that have not been answered
About the Creator
E. NATASHA
I'm writer/author/ghost writer based in Bali, Indonesia. I love traveling, diving, mountains & photography. My principle,"Life is not just for breathing!" My email : [email protected] , happy to share :)
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