Pondered the days where my dreams always roaming freely,
Through the stillness of the dawn,
Where coldness of the air gently poked my conscience,
Pleading, crying with honest tears, asking for the world,
Then, I would ask myself...am I worthy to be?

All of these past years
I'd never thought the mountains could turn easily into a long exhausting road,
Which looks as if there are no obstacles on the empty straight way,
But the spiny dark gangways surrounding it
causes my legs to felt wonky,
my steps started to lost it ways,
I realized I have no choice neither to turn away nor keep moving.

Pondered where my spirit had gone,
Where once only dead threats could put me down,
Why upon getting up and down this long empty road it suddenly became unsure?
I've prepared once,
to hike on the mountains and dives through endless sea of thoughts,
but haven't I thought a long empty road could be this tricky and hard.

Where all the hearts are soulless
Where there are no true definition of love
Where kindness has been misunderstood as greed,
Where there are nothing but selfish desires,
Where there are no difference between the aged and the youth,
Where there are none but threats of ugly truth about me,
Where lies are trusted but truth are to be kept,

I asked myself,
Where could the future of tomorrow be thrust in my palm?
A palm which can't have a tight grip in its own life,
A palm that is free to let go anytime, anywhere..
Why in the world could I be trusted with something as precious as the future of tomorrow?
I am a but a victim of my past,
Thrown and abandoned on my own,
Barely able to breath my thoughts in words,
Barely able to walk on my own,
Barely able to see on my own,
Barely able to do everything on my own...
Am i worthy of holding the future of tomorrow in a short four years?
Learning freely unstruggling unpaid unsaid unpain unable..
Left by hopes that my fears will become my strenght, my egos will be altered and my pains wil be a guidance towards the light at the end of the gangway of this long spiny road.