For man who never say trully

Without anyone

A stretch of thatch I reach without friends
The pounding waves hit me without any friends
When I was hit by a beam of light dazzled me without holding anyone's hand

I climb every inch of the hill without a tent to shelter
I'm walking the slope of love without greetings
I explore the depths of the heart only within me

I heard the melodious chirping of birds even though it was only frank honesty
I found a wave of falsehood
I looked at the gaze of lust of lies
I don't want to believe ...
But...
Heart is heart
Not the heart or fingers

Let it be ...
Period and period
I reached out, gasping for air
I'm used to ...
Plant not grow flowers
Hoeing is only in the form of rocks
Weeding is not just grass
Water never download

I am used to
See the falsehoods between the sparkling lives
Contemplating anxiety without an open door

Do not know until when?