My heart..

It's been ages since my heart is foraging for it.

Is there a reason that my appetite never gets satisfied?

Every branch I land on arises a new hope in me. 

Each journey seems to fill me with a bantling energy.

Should I stop because they say its too far that I have come?

Should I pay heed to what they say?

There's lot more I need to explore.

There's lot more I desire to have the taste of.

It's difficult for me to wear my heart on my sleeve.

It's frustrating when I fail to comprehend what I ultimately wish for.

Maybe going ahead further would end in a lonely flight.

Well,the priority is to feed my heart.

Thus,I'll move on.

I'll move on until my wings don't allow me to.

I'll move on until I touch the apogee.