i burned my eyes into the sun to feel an inkling of happiness
from all its radiance i only received fireflies sacks of flickering light
O, how they danced around in the reflection of my eyes.
the bright souls of those who get to enjoy what i missed out on in my adolescence
but those things belong to the wind.
the golden gates of freedom in maturity are opening to me:
with the fading of childhood wanderlusts and wishing comes an ignition that sparks ardour for beholding aspirations now in reach
such is the optimistic man's valiant exchange
a rebirth from stork to brilliant phoenix
so although i may look back in mourning or lament,
the blue sky of attainability now surrounds and overwhelms me
and i am tired of dreaming