Making My Way Downtown Through Northbound

I ride on vehicles everyday

Not all the time is a fluent travel along the way

Sometimes, fast as racing cars in a show

Sometimes, slow as a man steps on a land of snow

Indeed, it's like having carved dreams within my scarred soul;

I always carry them whenever there's a need for me to flaunt myself

Wanting them all to make me proud someday as they would leave their birthplace and be lively in my reality

Yet, thought of making them happen is never effortless.

Is not even a call for a fairy's magic wand

Nor could be achieved through tossing a coin in an abandoned pond

I still have a long way to become someone I've always wanted to be

But I keep on travelling while I'm learning to be forgetful of giving up

Such goals will truly appear right in front of me, will stand firm on the ground and will do a wave of helping

Only if I do a persistent chase on my own, and a fearless reaching out to warm hands

With sincerity of passion and will, with intact principles and bravery to trust hunches and especially with the presence of compassion and grace of God Almighty.