Dreams floating in eyes,
The sandhill, I stand upon,
In hands, the heavy blocks,
Tower, awaits my foundation.
Wishing, I don’t go wrong.
Strings are tied along,
Centered me and web around,
Or a some fisherman’s net,
Floating in the flood vast,
Wishing, I not get drown.
Journey is long,
To somewhere,
We all do belong.
Even if nothing goes along,
Wishing, just flows my song.