Questions

To the wind that blows around, I would to ask you the things I haven't overcome yet.

To the sun that brightly warms the universe, I would learn something.

Thousands questions confused me, whether I do and did the right ones.

I want this feelings that eating me so slow to vanish and burst to take distance so so so far away from me.

Wonder if I really am strong enough to handle this, or am I also will tumbling as the time pass by...

To whom I may ask, to whom deliver the answers, to whom that giving me strenght, guide me.

I don't like to be defeated roughly, nor winning dirty.

Oh life...