Wondering alone in the streets without any lead of where i come from.
Life showed me the future, but now it feels like I’m a scare crow.
Moved by wind scaring away the preys from the crops.
I stand without any movement, rain falls from my jaw.

The steps of my past never challenged the future me.
Weak as i am, mentally it feels weird as i sense strength in me.
It is “Weird”, I’m torn apart standing days and nights.
Waiting for extra ideas while working on the rough draughts.

Standing still in the grass, greener planet without any plan.
In the jungle full of growing seeds, there’s a path straight ahead.
Leading ahead, yet nothing behind to leave steps for my enemies.
Crucial for the hatred as success bites off my life, peace by peace.

Wondering how was it possible for me, yet left some trying but failing.
I, standing still without any voice but movement of motivation instilled.