Being Realistic--Live With Simplicity Poem by Ayatullah Nurjati

I am a practitioner of poverty
You are a practitioner of hedonism
We met in an accidental space-time
out of nowhere you just squirm as if to wake my subconscious about this world
the subconsciousness that has been gripped by you seems to come in every of my prayers
I don't know if this is God's test or what, I don't know, I'm also confused at the moment
You used to be the one I knew so serene and reassuring
but unfortunately there is a gulf between us
either faith I should ask you or it's just a mask
I used to loved your innocence and your simple attitude or you are, always want to reach it patiently

What's clear is the explosions that are getting weaker and fading, it makes me realize how I should behave
I'm always ambiguous in determining my attitude
And when I'm the lover I'm always the loser

you are space and space
while I'm the arid earth
can this difference match the perception of a serious relationship that has been around for a long time?
Indifference, surrender and silence are the keys while hoping that God will provide His way for his people who always make dhikr
this is all I can do
You come and go it's up to you
now it doesn't matter to me
The important thing is that the pent up feeling is back
Thank you dear, a little more, my idealism is getting worse and worse