Hitch your wagon to a star
Sometimes I'm wandering-eyed,
but never sleepy.
Sunlight of hope has always been sparkling on me,
but it couldn’t vanquish.
I always give to kind people,
to open the door of my soul,
where the mercy of blue waves are whispering
where the stars and swans make love.
Sometimes I am evergreen, sometimes a simple creature
And turn into a phantom, like a storm in the fall.
Casting the thoughts at the wall of reasons,
not writing in vain,
with the bountiful spirit.
Looking up to the blue sky,
unwilling to miss any day in orbit ...
Building the life boat,
for the blues ones,
who don’t know to swim.
To the Soul Gate.