I fly in the night
Like the bird questing for the nest.
I see the dispersed clouds in the blue sky
Like the freedom to roam.
I scrap the papers in the street
Like cleaning the heart.
I fell asleep and woke up
Like a security guard in the gate.
I feel I found a purpose of life
Like the howling street dog in the night.
I thought I lived life
Like a forgotten lighthouse in the harbor.