The wind blows through that boring window
Making jokes of myself.
I get a sense of living from staring at the cloudy sky
What color of sky I'm looking at?
Felt like something has changed
Not so sure it were blue and clear
Or grey and soaky.
Hey, got your head out from the bored
Let us find the blue of sky!
Before everything now become past
And before that grey sky bring you out from a sunny life.
I decide faintly
At the today in my palms
Walking toward the sky's stairs with a bit of energy
Looking today as tomorrow for a beautiful destiny.