Monday, 12 April 2010

Restless Sky



วังเวง วกวน เหมือนลมทะเล
พัดพาเมฆหมอกหนา ก่อกวนท้องฟ้าสีคราม

Sometimes I wish I have an eagle's eyes
through which I can see when I'm high up in the sky.
Right now I'm like a baby bird learning how to fly,
lost in turbulent weather amidst endless distance of the dark night.
Nothing is clear.
Nothing is certain.
Nothing is as it seems.
Heavy rain and snow storms await.
Though it's brutal and scary,
I have no choice but to keep flying...


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