Here I stand.
tread the ground that are not completely understood
bustle of city life and sheen
do not make me flinch.
people laughing at me
I think the frog who longed for the moon … ..
above all hope and my future goals … …
cynical gaze penetrating the gut
fun heartrending
nearly breaking down my defenses … ..
but … ..
I must be brave!
I should not be weak … ..
I’m still fighting for my life
for people who love
although a small river flowing sad … ….
though feet were tripped … ….
I’m always trying to reach goals
I should be !!!!!