A Dream in Time

 

Suddenly, in the midst of the forest, as I was lost; and I heard a voice.
 

“Rizal Iskandar,” it said, “whither are you wandering alone?”
 

“Who are you?” I answered. “And where art thou?"
 

A tall figure appeared, wearing a black and tan costume, with a white scarf. He was handsome, and smiled as he walked towards me, as if he came from an unseen platform or stairs of clouds.

 

“Lost are we,” he said, “you should seem surprised to see me, but you are not.”
 

“I never expect to see you here. After all, I am in search of myself. This dark forest is trapping me to an unknown space,” I said desperately.
 

“Look here, Iskandar. You have the power, the power that could guide mankind to love. Why can’t you use the power to love yourself? Indeed you are, my friend, have your say.”
 

“What would be of me? I wish I could use it, but it is against my principle.”
 

“It is against the rule, my friend. Rules are conditions; they may have exceptions. Principles, as you hold to it could not break the bond that are what you call law.”