/lit/ - Literature

>when I see people trying to follow their dreams

why can't I finish writing anything

Blue skies and beckoning winds...
Are trying to open the door of your heart.
But you're gazing at me as if you cannot see;
You just stand there, smiling vacantly.

Your eyes hold such innocence;
You're blind to the fate that will soon come to pass.
But it's summoning you with a touch like a sigh;
You seek it without knowing why.

But, someday, I know that you will be awakened...
And your eyes will finally see.
These wings on your back are just waiting to guide you;
The future will soon set you free!

This cruel thesis, a spiteful angel's litany,
Will soon soar from the window of your destiny.
White-hot pathos, a desecrated symphony;
Stay true to this and don't betray your memory!

Come now, reach out - you must embrace reality!