I look up and I wonder -
How come I am an earthling
With the dreams of the universe dancing in my eyes?
And at times I doubt if I will ever be able to fulfill my wish?
Make them sing my song and dance underneath my light.
There occur days when I write, I imagine, I stumble
And I feel like giving up so bad
But then I remember what I am made of
And try instead of embracing my knees in void, being all sad.
Will I ever live the way I want to?
Do I have what I need?
I look around and I see these filthy races
And I realize, nothing can do good, I have to bring the water, I have to bow the seed.
What will help you to start?
What will help you grow?
Things will affect you so hard
But it's always up to your will, you know!
I amazingly question-
Don't they get tired of all the flashing mediocrity?
Like a movie on a constant repeat, their life running on a loop?
How come they never felt like getting lost in the sounds and pictures of the fantasies?
Wish my soul belonged to some group.
But no! I have to stand out
Don't even want to fit in
I get up and I make up my mind
Cannot just really sit in.
And I ask these stars
What did they do to be so high and have the whole sky as their home?
They proudly poured-
"We patiently waited for our time to arrive and when no one was even curious, we still shone".
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