Rocketeer

I was not a rocketeer,

I could not handle one big wave of dream,

and drive them through the endless hallway of the sky.

Could not strive for the scar and eliminate the stream.

I have once tried being a rocketeer,

I have moved my wings towards the peak,

passed through the cracked marble steep and burst into tears,

no hands I could reach, and so I fell off the brick.

And again I asked myself,

"Could there be a dream?"

Old memories twisted, imaginations disputed.

There are so many labyrinths in this world,

that I have never been able to solve. 

In the end, I went outside,

felt the intense air slashing my thick skin,

saw the vast earth which people call it 'round'.

It was just an endless, long route,

which I will not know where I would stand in the future.

All the questions, all the doubts,

I believe it would all be answered someday, somehow.

So then I chose to.. Breathe.

I will keep on moving,

along with the dream, it is still right there anyway.

Our lives are rockets, and we are the rocketeers,

and I never care about how fast I am going.

I believe the moon will always be waiting for me forever,

I believe the asteroids will always be challenging,

I believe the zero gravity will always be the pole to stand,

Therefore, I will always find a reason to smile.