Midway

Flying through the journey, Dying in the chasm pit, Although the mystery pulls me in, Still wanting to crawl out with mighty. I used to sleep all the time, Even so, I hope to be natural. Things alter so often, Evolution processes gradually, Even the eyes are blinking, The world is not changing, Still I feel I would excess the extraordinary, I want to be "normal", as the way defined; ...... a free culprit without heavy chains, lives in prison; ...... a bird with the sound of beauty, uses it for courtship. I know the dreams would change, Nevertheless, the heart of dreams will not. I am staying on the middle of the road, ...... awaiting the time of fruition, ...... the tasty one. Knowing the wheel of the world, Helping understand the misty mist. I need the wisdom of trees, ....... the flawlessness of water, ....... the courage of fire, For crossing through the center ... ... without standing on the midway...