Perumpamaan

I learn that you're a rarity
Put in the black market in front of a hundred thieves
I learn that i'm just one of them
But worse, i'm not even in the first hundred
I learn that i'm in this neverending queue
A queue which ends with nothing from you.

I learn that it's not wrong to admire
As long as expectations do not follow

I learn that you are an exhibit in a museum,
I can read and analyze as long as I want,
And take as many pictures and videos as I want,
But I can never cross that glass panel,
And I can never touch your hands.

I learn that you're the wax figure,
For although you will never change,
You change me.
(And everyone else who sets eyes on you)