I have a Dream.
I need to achieve it, I am very keen.
It's been years since the seed was sown,
got buried under withered success and gravelly expectations.
The sand of reality was not fertile.
Eroded genesis from " I need " to "I
should".
The current of unstoppable has brought it here,
blazing temptations of the ornate world are still severe.
With the humus of will and perseverant protection of desire,
It will sprout and bloom.
For even the blaze is important in right amount,
So is the earth with its riches and doubts.
With sand in an hourglass, slipping too fast,
is left too small.
There comes spring after winter and fall.
