How old were you when you forgot how to fly?
did THEY cut your wings or did YOU forget how to use them?
And now that you are shouldering this obsolete weight,
are you cursing the heavens with a heart full of hate?
How old were you when you watched your dreams dissipate like a cloud of smoke?
did you even try to get THEM back?
And now you are stuck in a seemingly good life,
short on surprises, brimming with disguise.
Yet, all is not lost in a world permeating hope
and deep inside your head there’s a voice you can trust.
It will tell you who you are, instead of who you should be.
Pay heed to it; listen to your qi.
The mission is to see everyone well, be it friend or foe
and with every new sunrise make an attempt to grow.