Like a flying seed that stuck in the wrecked pot, doesn't matter how good that he has prepared to be a tree, if he never touch the ground, there's no chance to grow. I'm a seed that getting ready to fly. Where am I suppose to be, what am I gonna do? They ask me, I ask me too. I really dream about the big tree, strong and stable. But in the same time, I dream about the wind that will blow me as far as possible. Going and seeking for the place that I can root. I wanna go until I find, or die. No-one can tell me that such place is exist. There's no answer or guarantee. If I don't lose it my wings, in any way, I will fly. Coz I wanna start not stuck.
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