I’ve decided to learn how to fly,
Collecting old stories, remembering important numbers.
I’ve formulated and recreated my self, the way I wanted..
Will I stop there?
Of course, I was scared,
Of course I was mad- when I was hitting the wall,
and when things did not progress,
the way I wanted.
It seemed I’ve lived in a parallel world,
competing with self.
I’ve heard an audio that was telling me the different story,
the story of mortifying environment, abended people.
I’ve came up with a new plan, looking at my current situations,
preparing wings, preparing letters to say farewell,
Put my wings on, and yet not ready to leave and fly…
