MY TIME TO FLY
Cannot wait more to fly into the oceans of hope and into the deserts where all sins shall dry. Since ages have been tossed alike by the hands of humanity and the destiny. I have stood against mortality judged against reality and feared sane morality. Ageing philosophies guided me nowhere for i am the one to wonder and to know, where to go. To tighten the grip or loosen to let it go. I am the free soul, am remembering my ambition and shedding all inhibitions. There is a reason for you to cry. And its my time to fly.