Thinking with a muddled head
I'm gonna to write something
Some questions that take away my ideology

Why I can't get rid of my shy
Why I can't build myself so strong
Why I can't dare to fulfill my dreams

I screech over myself
Am I stuck in a world of cynicism?
Or am I drowning insolently?

Is it fear of my failure?
That dominates peace of my mind
Like a cunning storm,ruining my life

Tears ignore to take a halt
I scream out in silence
Hoping to escape all my fears

But failure is not a sin
Let me overcome my moral scruple
I will touch the sky one day...