Written by: Yanny Widjanarko

Walking through the aisle of time
The space is like giving you no air
Freedom is not like something that you want
You are too reluctant of breaking the rule

You are born into another shape
Too bad the shape doesn't fit you
You hope for a better chance
The embrace fade like it has to

Your head is lost in its crowd
But your lips taped for a shut
Your voice is like choking
But your hands survive to scream it out loud

Your pride was taken
Your tone and privacy
Your world shrink
But the remain happiness still exist

You try to adapt
The strange new world challenged you
Afar from the way that you lived
But still you deserve for a second win