I’m still here and my dream’s there
I’s still here and I already regret
I’m not yet there but I’m always in regret
Cuz I think my dream is not worth dreaming of
These people say the best choice is this…
do the right and noble things…
that is to die so others may live
Then the other people, perhaps the majority, say,
chase that dream for yourself, your self, self, self
And my heart echoes, “For my self, self, self”
The noble cause, its appeal has been dimmed
With the clamor of the world suggesting self build
My spirit’s weary and now confused
Soul is torn between dying and living my self
I weighed them and thought deeply
I dug the depths of my desires, my principles, my faith, my being
I continually inquired “What do I really have to be?”
A question many have no idea for themselves
Caught in the crossroad along with the others
Much of undecided where to go
I weighed it and I’m still figuring it out
Is there a possibility I could pursue my dream without sacrificing nobility?
How will I know the answer?
(i ask though i somehow know what’s His answer)
How will I go on wondering without getting tired?
I wonder what will happen.
Oh, I wonder what will happen.
For now, let me close these heavy eyes.
ctto for the photo