Scar

I learn to learn what needs to be learn, my imaginations gets me a high spirit, like a gost in the night, At times I feel it nice to take a flit, however, thought about the back hold my wings tight, I feel I can bear the scratch, but it is more than what I patch, all my dreams, all my friends, I try to tame with sincerity, though they turn out to be crappy, I can't throw away the days, I lost faith to daze, I went a lot to build the mansion, but out of envy now it is nothing to mention, I am hurt, like a broken pot, My head I can't really hold straight, due to all the rough test in my path, I hope I will get to build the ground again, even higher than then...