There is a small story in this culture city
The afternoon must be picked up by the evening
In the road of story
The cloud of smooth was saying
To greet an old man
Who wears orange cloth
Priitt… priiit…
He blew the whistle
His hand was gaze upward and received the money
In the hollow of his face gestured
That much of note that wrote in the milestone
Bad or not, who knows?
But I’m sure that he has written something in this life…
Struggle!
Struggle in the hunchback body
In the crowd of the city, the sun has said to me
You’re still young, you struggle must be bigger than him!
Do your best!
Push yourself to the limit!
Do you want to write your note without meaning?
By: Charlees Rachma Dewangga Pasopati
The Limitless 