When I was young,
I saw dreams crossing sky by sky
As I grow,
I went nearer to myself, step by step
Then things were changing,
(The test of time)
Sometimes I just want rest,
And forget the world,
Yet I continue to wake up
(Building my path),
I learn how to chart my course,
From others, not alone
Things could go wrong
And repeat itself;
Yet we build our dreams
And fly above
Failed thrice,
Still willing to add spice,
We always dare to turn the dice;
Like believing that someday,
Things could get nice…
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