elegy to myself

the new day is yet to come.

counting down days has started. it is going down to 13 today.

many things pops up in my head, creating a big jumbo mambo pot of questions in my mind turning around endlessly. like particles go around dynamically and clash each other....

trying to go further step by step by now i realized further is not stepping anymore: it is running, running fast.

sometimes i feel flying up high with excitement then in one second, then i feel crashing down. what kind of irradical process is this? is it a process which everyone has to go through?

or is it my own? my own written line from above or is it a line which has been a cause of my own foolishness?

i keep on running, running on the track which i do not know where.

all i do is keep on going, no matter where i head to.

blisters on my foot, i do not mind, i just keep on going. some times i have to catch my breath for awhile then start running..

i believe, i believe in front there is a goal.

i believe this process will go on with a clearer view

i believe in the top hilly area where you can see stars and rainbows at night

i believe in the comfort i will get when i drink from the fresh waters of the flowing river

i believe myself will be able to do it