I'm just me

when people talk about love
I'm still left thinking of a lost past

when people are so eager to talk about their dreams
I'm still here,  re-arrange debris of hopes that had collapsed

When people are so vibrantly to reach what they want
I still did not move in search of what my heart would expect

Yes ... I am not like them
a gallant flying over the sky like a hawk
ford the ocean without fear

I'm just me

although they are so awesome
I do not have to be them right?

Because I'm just me
having my own dreams
having my own love story

although so long my step

I must have arrived

on my own adventures