I see high buildings,
I think ,climbing them ,I may touch stars
Is it foolishness?
or is it a belief where thinking has no bars
I choose the belief !
Like buildings to stars ,
I believe, you are my climb to the happiness
heavy cylones in my head ,
You are my sound sleep ,to all that dizziness .
A sound sleep
on the roof of buliding
is what now we must look for .
come let’s climb ,
life is here ,press the top floor !