I dream of a green pasture in the morning with lambent droplets
caressed by a sunlight.
Raised my head and realized not single iota can fully satisfy
a man's needs in a brimful world.
Lights continued to glow as the green pasture evanescing encapsulating.
Until I am fully awake and my eyes blinded from windows wide open sunlight.
I sat on my bed thinking too much for a productive day.
Something worth in this unfair astonishing world balancing purpose.
I think a lot and I am almost drowned. I hope so much I am scared to falter.
I want my family to be proud, yet I don't know if I started my route.
Quivering hearts of ambition, viciously falling to a distance dim horizon.
Now needing real people to count, expressing thoughts and experiences alike,
seems relieving my mortal character suppressing whine.
Yet all has their life and challenge as with mine in search for purpose and light.
Like a flowing river, I am sailing until I see the end where people sailed in search.
Defining embracing outcome.
If I wonder in the stillness or be drowned in rambunctious current.
Nay, I won't regrets I sailed my way, my reasons, mine.
Or I had been guided by sincerity of a pointing light, I then should follow the greenest pasture.