This is a tale of a budding lass

Of a steel heart and veins of brass

Yesterday was the day she's born

To non-believers she would still have sworn

Papa gave her a mind to fill

Of undeniable experiences yet to instill

Mama gave her a heart to feel

Yet warmth and smiles barely appeal

One day, she woke up finding herself surprised

Her impeccable world is now eerily disguised

The hollow ceilings and shimmering lights

Came falling down as reality bites

Her internal clock began to tick back and forth

Her compass reluctantly pointed north

If tears can roll down, it would be raining

The word "love" is the only one left remaining

She steadily takes a bigger step ahead

Painstakingly trying to forget the times she had fled

Of all the chances given by her accustomed life

A delicate way of ending her strife

an exquisite series of clusters,

Andri Kurniawan