Invited by a pure white scenery now
I’ll go to a world that I still haven’t seen
As a lost child, I journeyed
Under the slate-gray sky
Many dreams blotted through the map that changes daily
Someday
Even with my strides as I am tiny
I wonder if I can get to the other side of those clouds
I pretended to be strong and got hurt
As if looking through my heart
The raindrops that started to fall
Repeatedly bounce off and get scattered everywhere
The direct light intersects itself
And without even announcing my destination
I pierce through everywhere
The faint afterimage is burnt into my eyes
Under this sky
No matter where I am
I should be able to reach
The world that I still haven’t seen
 ZettaWulf · Mon Aug 17, 2009 @ 04:37pm · 0 Comments |
