Poezja

Maybe i am not afraid, i am not shy, 
but i often start my day in a bit hue n cry.

though sprouted but my dreams are big and aims high, 
but before i quit...i convince myself to give at least a try.

but these winds of hatred are harsh, they often blow dry, 
it seems no one around wants me to touch this thoughtful sky.

i feel blue and i feel like cry, 
but why should i always beg to this world...that; 
'let me live, i don't wanna die...'

so what, i don't have wings and i don't know how to fly, 
still my inevitable existence bears the courage to be justified.

i know the race is long and hurdles are high, 
but i believe in myself, although its hard to imply.

its all about keep moving and not to stand by, 
even this nature teaches me to live, then why shouldn't i

i hope you understand the meaning of life, 
'coz it's not about you, it's not about i...

it's for the whole mankind who pleads with invisible tears in their eyes.

it's all about cherishing life and happiness to comply, 
it's about letting lived and not being died.