It seems so far, yet it’s in the heart.
My dreams vanished within finger snap seconds;
I thought that would be the end,
but its fragment sneak into the most discreet gaps of this heart.
Often I feel that it’s calling me, I shut it off again and again;
Just, every turn-away, was so painful.
I was judged;
"friends" thought I was afraid to rebel against the rules and people who don’t conform to my dreams;
but they forgot rebellious would bring destruction,
And that would be the last thing on earth that I’ll bring into my family.
On second thought, it actually takes a lot more courage, to not be a selfish person.
Just what is wisdom?
Some say in persistence and the awaiting moments
You will find wisdom. I wonder…
My dreams remained as dreams, but just for now.
“Still long way to go isn’t it?
Life is a game, full of odds and turning points;
in hope and faith, be still my soul.”
