Still Like The Past [1] Poem by Irvan Hermawan Saichu

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