Someday you shall meet someone
Who's gonna look at you in awe-
Flying high, wings all spread,

And wonder how it'd be like
To clip those wings,
Tie those feet down,
And cage you forever...

When you hit the ground,
Remember to run

A world full of "certainties"
All the plans, all the vanities.
Where black covers the white
Suited in "confidence"- the constant fight.
A million roads I dream to take
One destination, knowing not I turn where.
A green veil covers for two years, some two decades.
But the "plan" awaits, new roads to make.
I pant, I struggle, I do my best
While they say,
"You are, dear, but so inadequate".

She will rise. With a spine of steel and a roar like thunder, she will rise.

It is not as much about who you used to be, as it is about who you choose to be.

No one "deserves" success; it is either earned with hard work or lost to the hands of fate.

There is no window to look outside.
There is no window to look within.
Open the doors.