On the first page of my story, there is a comic cartoon that says all,
But the way I feel it and the things I played are that's all.

It seems to be illusion, if the role is almighty all,
But the weak legs and heavy arms are makin' cartoon so sad ,
He is on the journey with never endin' last,
And there is blast on the way, but he also wants to be fast.

He is walkin' ahead and chockin' for sometimes, but the way he looks at his life is something different than this croud,
He feels everything that you sigh, but the difference lie where you stop and he starts,...