Stepping out from the nerve-racking yesterday,
With a balmy heart,
Yesterday may be upsetting,
Irrefutably distressing,
Today,
It would be exhilarating.
Looking at the gleaming windshield,
Dust was its beginning,
Such a humble origin,
Weathered through a tortuous crossing,
From nothing to something,
Once despised,
And now,
It immaculately shining.
I am building a castle in the sky,
I am after my broken dreams,
Unworkable is nothing,
When I am in one piece again.
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