The sky was as blue as yesterday <br />The wind was still blowing <br />I look into my heart the deep and deeper <br />Regardless of the scroll of time that continues to flow <br />And still as it used to <br />Stay shed my feelings on paper <br />And sometimes it still had the smell of the pen <br />Still the old pen <br />And the only heart that crazy talk to me <br />I see a lot of branching paths should I take <br />And do not know how far that should I go <br />Like the colors clear and colorless <br />Such as affection and love <br />Just me or you who wasted <br />Or I'm out alone <br />When I feel that other people feel <br />No shaking, earth cover and grip <br />Suffocating crush throat <br />No one else made a mistake <br />That is, to survive, the only one to survive <br />When the thick rain in my face I walked and walked <br />Right and wrong is getting thinner distance <br />Keep walking curious and curiosity <br />Although the infiltration of water in her clothes load <br />I walked in the path of life <br />Every now and then stumbled, and in pain and pain <br /> And stood up and ran sometimes exhausted and panting <br />The sky was as blue as yesterday <br />And the only heart that crazy talk to me <br />I do not understand natural phenomena happen again <br />That the air of mystery and not edged <br />When my hand tightly gripping my hair <br />My eyes widened as if to exit <br /> Instantly the sky and the rain stopped, silent<br /><br />Irvan Hermawan Saichu<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/still-like-the-past-1/
