Future Perfect Progressive

i should not fear for anyone who stand in my way

though there seem to be only me here.

lonely as usual, lonely as fair,

i'm fighting with something familiar

that i might be defeated by before.


no one can be my guide.

that's the reason why i cry for my frailness all the time.

it's not really a pity.

sometimes, i would try to enjoy going astray.

it helps me get stronger and more powerful.

being the best is not my goal.

staying foolish is a nice state for me.

i'm so sorry for being so smart.

it hurts.


i ask myself what my life is for so many times.

there is no conclusion still.

should i wait for something?

maybe i would find the answer tomorrow.

what a perfect wish!