I see no track, no sign of my pack. Lost in my surroundings, slowly fading. Blur, I fight the temperature. Driven by only hope, chasing for safety. Once in my lifetime, I long to live. Closing its curtains. The night felt so wrong. No sun, no warmness comes. The sky knows only black. The color I refuse to come back. My elegy, I'm always trapped by irony. Past is gone, but "now" itself crumbling. I live in nowhere but the void of self-aware. As I see nobody, I befriended the entropy. Chance is the cost I can't pay. But I want to sustain the pain. Bloom in honor of the second defeat.
In a parallel universe, somewhere in the near future. My son, a crybaby boy asks me: "What's your dream when you were ten years old, dad?" Since that's a good question from a promising good boy, I tell him a bright-shining light: an answer he really needs the most. What's it? Typical lies.
Kita berlomba. Kebanyakan di antaranya mengejar juara, melayakan nama pada suatu skala. Sisanya hanya demi menghibur waktu, yang kerap tak berisi-tak berlagu.
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