I see that too bright future still ahead,
Hanging up there just out of reach,
A too-ripe fruit rotting on the tree.

Afraid to dream too strong,
What if I still fall short?
The pain of an unachieved dream,
Another half broken corpse,
Clutching, dragging on me.

It hurts because it felt like destiny,
If only I had the strength to build it,
To give up all the other things.