I start to wonder as I start to choose
Which star I should  count first ,
I buckle up as I debackle my adjourned high hopes , I reach to sky which looks like sand now and dip my head in it with open eyes .
The sand reaches my eyes and every tiny piecies of it peircing my sight with cold attire and when it rains it drops me to the ocean, where I
start floating and water start to rinse thorough my body and soon I become the part of the ocean called life.