Cold, watery drops of the Earth's tears fall onto my tranquil heart
Disrupting its intentions by wrapping its harboring mood around my throat
Quietly, I wanted to scream
The frustrations and heavy moods
That tenderly ate at my soul.

However, that dream never came a reality
By watching everything pass on without me.
But why is it so hard to dream for yourself?
Is it the fear of others clawing at you to remain under their place?
No, no
It is only because you never took the first step.