To Dream Island
in the cross
when we confuse
will straight on
or luff to left
or to right
or go-backward rear
there is which possible
and there is unlikely
but me have to decide
after llama unsolved
this ship is felt by a roll
life have to decide
is even felt by like swallowing bitter pill
yes I have ready to
I wish to sail by myself
going through wave
and storm
to dream island
poem by Prasetya Utama
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