An old soul
ripen-rotten fruit
fallen from foreign tree
In the cozy lap of earth
But fear of whether and fate
To face heat, rain and dought
what's mine decompost in dust
Step by step my feet sank underneath
Grabbed the ground like gravity
Gathered guts to break the ground
I leaped up once, twice and failed
In the verge of giving up
One silence of the night
The timing was perfectly right
Miracleous drive pushed me...