When Clarity Not as Clear as Glass
The real meaning hiding
Inside too many science clarity.
Real purpose was lost,
When another definition had been found.
Bending the path,
Turning the way,
Closing the final entry,
Because you glittering another alley.
I saw this from very beginning,
Understood every single meaning,
Did the same in so many times.
Language of Poet can be different and unique.
Emotion of Human can be vary in level and expression.
But those who live inside the world of words,
Will never fail to see the heart behind great poetry.
Complicated lines always hiding very simple explanation.
Simple words always keep the most complicated frustration.
When we trying to turn our words around,
We challenging world to see more than how we want it sound.
Because what we really bound,
Is too confound,
And heart alone,
Not free to describe it even for our own.
This is the real heart of poet.
More complicated, more great his works.
And how they dare to said we are different while it is us, who make the world more colorful? Hehehe...