Dream

I aim too high,

without thinking of the how big the sequences,

I let myself fly up to sky.

Suddenly the wind stroke down the air path , shut me down to earth,

causing these wingsbrokes into pieces ,

the feather skaters all arround,

And cause the deep bleeding wound.

I stood up again on the ground stare up to sky,

Waiting in hopes the wound to be heal,

even i took some time,

even it would leaving a deep scar mark.

And thought to myself ,

I shouldn’t blame the myself ,

I shouldn’t blame the wind,

It might got the wrong timing,

It might got the wrong direction,

I just wanted to ask the god,

what are the meaning behind all of this things.

I keep my faith to him.

There will be somenthing awaits some where, somehow