Awakened by the Wind
My dreams are like stars up on high,
So vulnerable as they shine,
So unreachable as I jump
For the sky.
Once I thought I could reach my dreams
With airplane crossing sky's unlimited curve.
But it doesn't matter how far the plane reaches,
It would never reach the stars above.
Once in a while I will think
Of the stars I wished upon.
Then when I am awakened by
The wind, I cry on my knees.
Why am I awakened by the wind?
Why does the world seem to be so cold?
Stars brightly shine
Yet I am awakened
By the wind.
Side note: The hobbies I want are costly. I don't think I can ever afford them. Sigh
(c)June 22, 2003