To flourish the dream
Are just some strides ahead
But answering some untangled puzzles
Lead to the thoughts of collapsing threats.

The revival of hope
On the stones that stir me up
Sums more direction
In this unending slope.

Roaming in the imagination
To grab the idea to affix the directions
But failure is just a word now
And wounds are just beyond explanation.

Running towards the end
With intention of changing the destination
But an unending nightmare that freaks me out
Is still the fear of losing the direction.

- Abha Satman