In a morning of a glory, a boy is learnin’ to soar. Thou’ he knows well that it is nonsense to do. B’cause there is an element missing. Dat it even ain’t his failure. He finds the truth. He ain’t got wings to help him leaving his land. It’s gettin’ worse when he is pushed away by the miscellaneous powers. It is land dat suffers his breath. There is no comparison for what the situation holds him down. It seems like the place where he stands on is a quicksand. He somehow gazes at nowhere even he has vision. It is obviously deed for him dat he gets totally fatigued…

Once again, he tries. Technically he tries.

But it is out of his capability to stand on his ground. But still he tries until he runs out his breath. Until his blood stops running thru’ his vein.