Is there anything I wanna write,
Or they will be just some words without a mind,
Will I ever reach the hights I wish to fly,
Or will it be just one of those dream flights,
Which do take place, but in your mind,
Which does reach a new high, but just for a fly,
Will I ever see a sea, with a blue water and a orange sky,
Or will it be just another commerical which plays at night,
Which doea reach your eyes, but forgot to bring calmness to the mind.
Which sure is blue, but with a 4th wall it stopped by,
Will I ever see a night sky, with my stories twinkling up high,
Or will it just be those other stars hold those nights,
Which does have passion in them, but not a will to call them mine,
Which sure have shine, but not with the stories you engraved with your mind,
Will I ever reach those hights,
Or will i just scramble upon the Earth my unfinished lines,
To answer those questions, all I think is to wait for the right time,
But meanwhile just keep writing the way its gonna be my last night. :)
