I too have certain dreams
quite a lot more than them,
And I’ll toil till it earn wings
to hover much closer blue skies.
I’ll make friends with the winds
not to recast my routes,
At times of rains and storms
to hold me steadfast to my track.
No matter how rapid I fall
everything I’ll redo like a light quill,
As if searching new heights
with a lot more passionate will.
My dream would remain inseparable
from all of me and my soul,
Until you hear my last gasps
to settle my body to dust.