I have often dreamed, of a far off place
Where a hero’s welcome, would be waiting for me
Where the crowds will cheer, when they see my face
And a voice keeps saying, this is where I’m meant to be

I’ll be there someday, I can go the distance
I will find my way, if I can be strong
I know ev’ry mile, will be worth my while
When I go the distance, I’ll be right where I belong

Down an unknown road, to embrace my fate
Though that road may wander, it will lead me to you
And a thousand years, would be worth the wait
It might take a lifetime, but somehow I’ll see it through

And I won’t look back, I can go the distance
And I’ll stay on track, no, I won’t accept defeat
It’s an uphill slope, but I won’t lose hope
Till I go the distance, and my journey is complete

But to look beyond the glory is the hardest part
For a hero’s strength is measured by his heart

Like a shooting star, I will go the distance
I will search the world, I will face its harms
I don’t care how far, I can go the distance
Till I find my hero’s welcome, waiting in your arms

I will search the world, I will face its harms
Till I find my hero’s welcome, waiting in your arms.

A fantasy is much like a beacon of light. It gives you hope. It lets you believe that everything is alright, because the thing that matters most, to feel better again, is right where it belongs.

I am not someone that can go on without answers for long. I can turn away whenever I face a wall, but eventually, I know I’ll walk back to confront it.

Why won’t you let me through?

I am a wall. I’m built that way.

But why won’t you ever try?

I won’t say never ever. It’s just not the time yet.

And so it seems, I’ll turn somewhere else for now. Let the ‘L’ take a backseat for a while. At least, to see how I can fare without it as priority.

Being overprotected for a long time, I am reluctant to take that extra step. The currents keep pulling me back to shore, when I’m all anchored for the deep sea. But hey, I see them mermaids out there, yelling for me to join their swim.

We’ll do karaoke! And clubbing, in Bangkok!

It’s alright. Sooner or later, I’d have to learn to dive without the lifesaver afloat.

Snorkelling doesn’t really count.

Because, you know, it’s just surface talk.