Like feathers, my principles flew away. My will was shattered. Hopes and dreams might as well give up on me. Every time I come back to reality, my emotions were erased. One by one. Like leaves in November.
Like feathers, I’m light but soaked in water and continued to drown. I drowned until my body couldn’t move. It was easier to let go than to struggle fighting back the pressure. Useless.
But even so, like feathers, I’ll roam free in the sky, nothing to worry about falling hard. I won’t be seen struggling in the open for the air is clear. I wish to be better than I used to think of myself.
Like feathers, I’ll help myself fly.