the fly carcass stuck
on wall ten years monument
to a life will lived

I do not need to be saved
I am the knight in my fairy tale

If I fall
It will be off a mountain I scaled alone

If I crash
It will be in the waves of my own ocean

If I float
It will be on the boat I built with my hands

And when I fly
It will be with the wings I forged myself

I sit and write a poetry
For the day I should it be.
Seeing people come and go
From my corner of the window.

I always sleep in there,
The dream I get in my mind
Like a fairy tales,
That I'd to find.

Oh, the sun burns my blood
And became a fire,
A flame get me to shoot
And around me hire.

Take me fly in sky!
No wings did I use to play!
The wind brings me so high
And I can see you more bright.

Oh, the world I used to be lived
In the beautiful things I always see
At the rainy days it brings me a belief
For more time to be the character in my fantasy.

it let the bird fly,
learn, grow, change.
but when the bird falls,
stays the same, decays,
a thrill climbs up our bones
as the crack of the wishbone
echoes in our expectant ears
like a loud, resounding gong -
as our supposed fate awaits.

I catch the dust
Flying it up on the paper
Getting throw to be fast
Let it go then after

I draw my feel
Being good on the sketch book
Painting its to be so real
But nobody wants to look

I see myself
In the middle of the sky
Trying to go down
And never try to fly

Confidence is my armour
Optimism is my saviour
I wander in the darkness
And kiss the silence
Don't tear my wings
Don't force me the rings
Even if I get thrashed
I will land into my saviour's arms
My armour would be holding my palms