The rain drops turn into snow,
And the snow, into nothingness,
Leaving the place I stand in,
A piece of dry barren land.
I rose up and try to leave the barren land,
Eager to grasp the snow and rain drops,
A set of chains appear,
Pulling my feet back on ground.
Steadfast on the piece of barren land,
Trying desperately to break free of the chains first,
And stop to ponder next,
Of what is and what not.
The wingless and bland me,
Trying to reach and grasp the piece of heaven that don't fit in.
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