Sunday, June 23, 2013

Reality bites

I am but a small voice, waiting to be heard. But then I hear my ancestors' voices. It says I need to heed not the road less traveled. Even though I tried to, the pulled me back again. I need to be on their track, to where they were before.

Sometimes, you can't make a name for yourself. You can't be a mocking-jay if you are a born falcon. I just hope to soar higher this time.