The Soaring One

They said it’s waste of time
It won’t benefit no one.
They said I should stop
And perch on the worn mat.

They don’t believe in me,
Will bury me with my dreams.
But I shall rise from my sleep,
And be better than I ought to be.
Lips that keeps on murmuring,
Eyes that keeps on staring,
The bees that keeps on stinging,
They’re gone if I’d stop thinking.

Million of stars wouldn’t fall,
If it’s not for certain people.
Radiant sun will burn even brighter,
And show everyone its rays of power.

My wings won’t falter, won’t fall on the ground.
My legs won’t get tired as I leap all around.
My hands are nifty, will work not halt,
For I am passionate enough, and that’s beyond important.