Old Truck

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i felt i could grasp
with my own hand
the blue night sky
the warm weather
and the
inevitable silence
the moon had risen up
on a sleepy desert
the stars
the flickering light of cars
in the highway
the crane whose
suspending beam
hoisted in the air
the water tank
beside someone’s house
at the woodland
i alone
held my head high
in the desert
like a bird
awaiting to spread a wings
to fly
trying to understand
why
why God give us life
why He made us
on his own image
why we are here
in an
unrestless drifting
on this imperfect cage
we wanted things
that we think that make us happy
we wanted badly to have
something
that
someone said
you had to do something
to have something
to be something
so we could buy a new pants
something
so we could buy a new house
something
so we could buy a new phone
something
so we could buy a new car
something
so we could buy happiness
something
so we could buy a new life
after all
everything is just
foolishness
it just made us
wearisome
and
worry more
i don’t understand
all i felt
all
i could see
is
lies
and
the ugliness
all around
the shrubs and the trees
loom silently in the dark
little by little
vanish before my very eyes
the sands on my feet
where just
but an empty ground
the sound of a fading laughter
the whisper of the wind
on my ears
are all lies
everything are all lies
for the first time
i had this feeling of deep sadness
that i want to sob
a kind of
that you felt
that
a world
is an old car
that
it travel all alone
and we are just a lonely man
that had sat silently at the side
as a passenger
some of us had paid a good price
that
just came and went
really fast
some of us had a curse
that
had travel far and lonely
some of us had
standing all alone
waiting
for something
rather
than waiting
when
and
where
we reach
a place
that never last
a place
that
no one will die
anymore
of starvation
of
suffering
of
inequality
of
discrimination
of
misunderstanding
of
beating
of
grief
of
pain
i guess
we had to wait
patiently
to
a final rest stop
where our maker
held His open palm
at the other end
ready to hug
us tightly
and said
you are home son
you are home
and
i wont let you
go again
on that
Old truck.

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