Call Me Back

i start to feel something different about my life
keep loading to find someone
time is keeping me stress
cloud become darker
sunlight became dimmer
what should i do?
suicide? or pretending to suicide?
nothing different about both words above
except a bullshit statement.

i feel dull like a bald want to grow their hair
feel stupid like a cow trying to learn add math
fell emptiness like a cactus on dessert
but i'm still convincing myself
that
I'M THE MASTER OF GREATEST MASTER
know wat i mean by that?
still bullshitting.
who the heck i want to show my greatness? daaa
hell daa!
right now my life is no different
like the rubbish film which created by
rejected unknown director.

now, dewa penyair is just a dewa with no color
but still the master of opportunist like always
still selling the cheap propaganda
still love to walk along the road
still hoping
YOU
CALL ME BACK

regards