Have you ever dreamt as a little angel,
That was newly born,
From a newly hatched cocoon,
Still full of those fluid,
And yet,
Feels like these pair of hands,
Can just grab those lanterns,
Over the cliffs.

Arrogance?
Pride?
I don’t know,
I don’t feel like knowing either.

But as one of my hands,
Swinging continuously,
Cutting across the empty spaces,
And as my wing,
Painfully,
Yet proudly,
Flapped,
I continued to struggle,
To catch that flickering light,
Swollen deep inside that metallic lantern.

Aaah…
The sensation when one of my fingers,
Swiped across the metal protector,
The pride I received then,
The feelings of achievement then,
Made me went out further,
Further than I know I should be,
Further than where I had been before.

Just once more.

Just once more,
I want to taste that tingling sensation,
Only a few more centimeters,
No…
A few millimeters…

But then I realized,
That all those distance are only illusions to my innocent eyes,
and there goes my pride,
Being crushed under merciless boulders,
As my wings being cut,
My feathers plucked,
Leaving me with only an empty shell,
I was pushed down…

Seeing no illusion this time,
But a motionless darkness,
That changes only when I slowly fell,
Deeper and deeper,
Into the darkness,
Trying to swing my hand,
To grasp that light once more,
But to no avail.

Those lights then grew smaller and smaller before my watery eyes,
I knuckled my hand then,
As those of my foolishness crept onto my mind,
Those of hopelessness appeared more than a thousand times,
Meaningless words or worlds,
Materialized before myself.

And I was left to fall,
Down to somewhere under the sky,
Under the light,
Into the bottomless pit…