I will always be grateful for the things that I thought would not be mine,
I've come so far in life, yet so far to reach my dream,
I am on cloud nine, sailing through the endless stream of reverie,
With no coherent thoughts, leaving me unfazed by reality,
but deep within, I still long for my ever-prayed desires.

I can't blame myself for being born without privileges,
nor choose a home from thousands of villages,
nor pick the people who are related to me,
nor not being able to eat the food that I want,
nor the thoughts of the persons around me,
I can't blame myself for being ordinary.

When will be my turn?
I am not complaining about clapping for other's success,
but I do wonder why would fate be so unbalanced.
I am good at something, and bad at the majority,
I am still learning, but I feel like I should know anything that will satisfy this hunger for knowledge,
I am still standing, but I feel like I died a few years ago,
I am still breathing, but I stopped doing it for a long time,

Good thing that I have myself during this ugly side of the world,
I am not saying that I am handsome enough to break all the norms,
but I believe that the standard is highly subjective,
and all of us come in different shapes and forms,

I still look forward to the good things to come,
I hope my fate will cooperate with the way I want my future to be,
I am not expecting much, I will still be disappointed if turns out negatively,
But I am not surprised when it happens,

Everything will come to an end on a random day,
We can't anticipate when the visitors will visit and take a sip of our company,
and if they do like my accommodation,
I hope they're not going to be my friends.