Depending, swaying the breeze
just like me, hanging helplessly
wait…

sometimes, want to ask him
until when I'm hanging here
without direction, aimlessly
waiting for something that is not possible

just as a swing awaits the owner who can who can make his life purposeful
although he knew, the owner he was waiting for could not be there forever

same fate is not it?

yes, maybe for them I'm stupid
stay alive though impossible
yes, I survive even though I know
the feeling has long since disappeared
I also always struggle to mengambalikan feeling
just like his feelings

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