I climb the dream dumpage
Which a person threw away.
A foot shakes, I was going to give it up.
Still I brace and stand me up.
Which always losing your way.
You continue to drawing nonfiction.
Because life is impossible to replace.
All originates in your vision.
Sharpen the body, I spare the time.
Quiet a heart, I wait for destiny.
Only an action gives a result, and cut your way.
Days of a tangle, we will fall.
When you are at a loss, when you want to die.
But your story is not an outline.
It's free. But only one question'
Are your ready to make the story reality?