I found out my world here in this room,
Even when others wanted me to go out and bloom.
My mind is my driver,
My thoughts, is my chariot,
My dreams make me a survivor,
In this world, where races have no barrier.
When my imaginations can bring me both happiness and sorrow;
Why should I go out, roam around and borrow ?!!
When my dreams can make the impossible, possible;
Why should I go out and compete, even if I am capable ?!!
A.K.N.
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