Unknown footsteps, counted moments I've learned to cherish, Been my own proponents. I've explored the beauty, I've also heard ugly Never seen it though, Everyone everything I've known is lovely. My mom once said, make the moon your destination, you'll surely reach the sky. Let alone stepping on the moon, I'm just learning to fly. How I wish never to end this time, the time that's singing me the tales of life. How I wonder if there's any existence that'll deprive me to survive. I've walked, walked a lot, but am still nowhere, That's all I love, walking along, bruised, but I'll reach there. I don't know where my "there" is, all I've with me is time, And I know it'll take me somewhere, a place whose intuitions disturb my dreams, a place with air as scented as my fantasy.
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