It’s not love, it’s not hate
That makes you thrive
And become great
It’s your life, giving you a ride
To the destination called “yourself”.

You have wings
And think that you can fly
But when you try
Your body sinks
And drowns under heavy clouds
Made of bulletproof glass
When you hit and break it,
You crash the bones
But not your soul,
As dark, as concentrated coal.

You seek the purpose to live by
But you are already here
Give it a try
And shine
So vividly that you’ll make people blind
So loudly that the world goes deaf
And mad
Where were they
When you needed help?

But it doesn’t matter
You are strong enough
To get better by yourself
And cure people with bare hands
To catch the bird crashing the clouds
To heal the bones
And grow the wings
To fly alone
And finally you will arrive
Tired and wet,
Beaten up by rain
You finally got that ride
To the destination called “yourself”