I’m TIRED of trying to become what you want me to do.
You may tell me it’s my TALENT but no, sir. I want to do it NO MORE.
You may tell me it’s the ONLY way to survive, but hell. I lost my interest I might as well become living DEAD by now.
You may tell other lies about what I did, and what will I do, but sorry. These will stay as lies and false forecast.
I wish to chase my own dream, not the dream that you forced me to chase.
And that’s what happened. And what WILL happen.
I will do what you’d think I won’t do.
I will become what you’d think I won’t become.
These half-taken steps will become stepping stones to acquire the great mantle you mant me to wear.
That might not be the wings I need, but that’s the least I can do to repay your kindness—and one way to acquire my wings.
And, as soon as I got my own wings, I’ll fly.
To a place far away, that even I don’t recognize anymore.
To a place far enough that your fear and insecurity wont affect me anymore.
And be free.
Dedicated to those people who still see me as what I did in my past, and not what I do right now.
P.S. : Can anyone here help me deciphering what’s in the pixelated picture in my profile? It’s supposed to be a projection of my name (Muhammad Ferdyansyah Sechan), but I just can’t make something out of it.
