The keychain to my heart
The free will to my mind
Accept the access to the world of youth
In no particular order of my living proof
With one that is deep and yet so intimate
With one that is soft but graciously sweet in the inside
The growing season, the flowers and the trees
Flourish the essence of my overwhelming beliefs
I need to believe
I need to survive
I need to know
I need to kneel
I need to please

Let me surrender in the tiny decisions
That I  may have
In the throbbing heart and intolerable sense
Let me surrender in the limits to the sky
That I may never ever be in the same position
Of my standing state
Let it drips
Let it feels
Let it writes
Let it flows