Broken Grass

My letters now arrange themselves
Like fountain stream
As I move my pen.

Oh! Surely I am in this dream
With all my capacity
Captive my reality.

Show me once again
The dreams that I left
The shiny roads shine no more.

Where will the stars take me?
With all the pressure that surrounds
Where is my choice?

No glowing lights above
They went there ways
As I stumble about.