I’m a bird in an iron cage, i wish i could fly somewhere out there. I love to fly above the sea, fly high beyond the sky.
I’m a young wolf, crave for a lot of thing and experience. I’m not afraid of anything anymore, except to missing the opportunity.
I would rather die while hunting, than live a decades in a zoo. My scars mean nothing but the proof that I’m alive.
I could truly understand when to rest, and when to hunt. I’m not a baby lion who just has to stay and wait to be fed, there’s the time for me to train my fangs n claw.
I’m a beautiful roses covered in sharp thorns, it’s protected me, but also distanced me from others. For the thorns will never be afraid to be a little scratched.
To give up our own freedom is such a sacrifice. I might be forever safe and sound while doing nothing inside my cage; or i could give a shot to face a life that is a little more challenging.
I love hearing stories about your experiences, but that doesn’t necessarily happen to me either.
I wanna make my own experience, my reminiscences of my life would be something i proudly tell the world someday.
I once realize i’m not gonna be around forever, one day i eat my last meal, smell my last flower, ride my last trip, hugging someone for my very last time, i might not know that it’s the last time, that’s the reason why “I wanna live my own life”.