For all their yearnings,
They’re one step ahead to fulfill their dreams.
They packed their things,
Yet sobbering.
What awaits them in the land of dreams?
Holding their tickets,
A ticket that will make their dreams a reality.
They traveled a thousand miles,
Be able to ride the cotton clouds,
And fly like fireflies in the sky.
For a thousand winks,
A hundred yawns,
For tenths of stretches,
They now make their first step-
To achieve their lifelong dreams.
When they reached there,
Some fit in, Some didn’t
Some survived, Some died,
Some left traces,
Some just passed by.
Desolation is their foe,
Wandering in a so cold place,
Their love one's images,
And their memories
Are all they need to feat their loneliness.
Copyright 2009, A.M.B.A., Phils.
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