He saw the light on the horizon,
his steps followed,
but in between the sea lied,
of people who got drowned,
they sunk so deep,
in the sea of lost dreams,
and the infectious water they gulped ,
and spoke of him, as they sung the keen
he listened to them, on the shore they said,
don’t wish the same, only few got there,
you are not the few, you are like one,
all the wasted blood, when you try to shear
but he still stands still
for the dreams killed him than sea,
from within clutching his heart,
he could not set them free,
so he took a leap,
a leap on faithless wind’s wings,
as it rose on him, down on his knees,
breaking in to shake him, rip cling
Amidst all commotions, within the cloud,
He sees only what it can be if he dies or lives for him
And in a boat of woods of sheared hopes,
He sets sail to the distant land of dreams
