Life

Not knowing where to go,
I walk a thousand miles.
Through harsh lands and plateau,
I endured harsh trials.

The sky so blue,
soaring happily with freedom.
A man's heart, so true,
filled with passion and wisdom.

What's a life without dream?
Where everything feels so empty.
What's the point of being supreme?
Where what you get is nothing, but envy.

If only I were the wind.
I would soar freely in the sky.
Bathe in the golden sunlight of July.
Feel nothing, but a rush of freedom within