When I was almost quitting, just laying down my hands, hoping.
When I was just floating not wanting anything.
I just want to succeed, that’s all I want to be, no matter how long it will take.
But when that door opens, I took that step, then she did the rest.
Finally she’s awakened, her life restarted.
It wasn’t that easy after falling apart.
Her heart aches but she’s becoming kind.
Not to others but to herself.
She’s a mystery, a beautiful mystery.
A wonderful lady, who have been mistakenly abused by somebody.
Judged of her past even if she’s doing it right.
A fate she cannot escape but be faced.
If they’ll think of her differently then she’ll prove them wrong.
That’s the purpose she’s bound to pursue.
Accepting that they will not leave her alone.
Playing with them, makes her happy.
Let’s see how long until they will stop following me.
She’s been running away from them, they’re trying to get rid of her.
They thought she’s the enemy, they’re thinking what she’s thinking.
You know what that means?
The enemy’s facing herself not knowing the real me.
Behind that wall is a beautiful lady.
It can only be shown to the lovely hearts who will not be scared to take the risk.
The ill wishers forces you to be like them.
No matter what they do, they can never be you.
You know why?
Because there’s no other you.
If you think parallel universe is true, then look at that mirror, there’s only you.
Maybe you’re talking to the old you, which only existed within you.
Bring me that woman, let’s see if we’re thinking differently.
If she’s an AI then, what am I?
A beautiful me.
Maybe it’s just prediction that I am created in the image of God.
You think a cartoon has a life?
If so, then maybe it’s true, the artist draws himself and himself a Goddess.
I created you in my image, that made me a creator of you.
If this drawing will speak, what would she say, shall I make a movie?
Oh this beautiful lady is wondering of me.
I will create a beautiful her in the image of me.
But I don’t exist yet, I’m still in her head.
I can’t wait to see myself just like I imagined her to be.
A beautiful lady wanting to be happy.
Struggling to say yes, afraid of making mistakes.
Oh that hurts she said, I cannot make that same mistake again.
Why not try another one this time.
Would you still be the same?
That’s something for me to find out or should I create it first?
This is a new journey, reflecting on what’s up for me.
I bet she already know how to shift her thoughts away from what she kept on telling herself.
She’s been used to it and so bored at it already.