Dead End

In all my journeys,

My lips smiled,

I got scars in my knees,

thinking life as wild,

as the dead end.

Most disasters I met,

I surpassed, I rose,

Trying, reaching, all set

O why, still find a moss?

Looking for a flower,

in garden full of thorns,

Bleeding to me in hour,

Ironic, such as me had worn.

In all my journeys,

walking to the distance,

Already run miles,

Had fallen many times,

Spirits within never dead,

Yet victories never resurrected,

static happenings occur,

Still stalemate,

motionless, no progress,

Hope in me gradually faded,

O why, can't climb to top,

my dreams only dreams,

When it will be a reality?

Efforts tripled,

wishing I could pick a flower,

the triumph I know

I would never have before...

wishing the impasse let me pass,

through a paradise

where I can touch skies...

In all journeys,

I'm there where I am.

still going to waves,

slipping to a blind alley,

O why...

I want to give in,

yet won't give up?

still here in the darkest moments,

believing lights come in.