When you’re no longer no.1.
Even when you constantly standing at the front,
When you’re no longer have something,
And realize that you can’t afford to have nothing,
When you’re no longer able to live,
Let alone able to breathe,
When you’re no longer admired,
Don’t even think about being desired,
When you’re no longer praised,
But something that others want to erased,
When you’re no longer could realize,
The things that you could only fantasize,
When you’re no longer could climb the wall,
Deciding where it’s safe to fall,
When you’re no longer could look into the sky without much struggle,
Because your face constantly kissing the rubble,
. . . . . .
What will you become?
