...those interesting patterns you see
are mere reflections of what used to be...
"who can dictate your life, but you?"
...and when those colours, patterns and shapes
are only faded beads, pebbles and slates...
"kau ada masalah psikologi, hoy"
...it could split into two
and leave nothing but gloom...
"kitorang taknak kau diverge jauh sangat, tu je"
...or you could look the other way
and show new shapes that are fake...
"inilah ilie yang aku kenal"
...you claw through your past, trying to take it all back
when the patterns are isolated and the background, solid black...
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