It's just a story about a speck of dust falling into a sea of people
Wandering quietly on the established track for thirty years
Roses failed to bloom at the wedding
There is no medal made of gold foil on your resume.
Until one evening the seal of the script is torn open
She heard the sound of bones sprouting—
Fold mother's sighs into paper boats and exile them
Cut father's blueprint into stardust and scatter it
From now on, the moonlight shines out from the fingerprints
grow into a meandering river
She learned to measure the circumference of freedom with her footprints
outside the worldly standards
Redefine perfection and desolation
Purpose: Real growth is not about catering to other people's expectations