Back from work I take deep breath and say to myself
I can no longer stay here. Can’t take this crap anymore.
Walk proudly and go forward. It is my new travel.
I don't expect big outcome. Just want a pure beginning.
Passive obedience. I hate what is like this.
As I run, short of breath. I fly without stopping forward.
Seem to be in bird cage. I hate a place like this.
As I run, my breath running out, break shell and fly to sky.
my heart`s lo-fi. Another day I'll kill enemy in my heart.
My mind`s painting on the dark sky. It will shine like star.