Scratching the sky with my mind,
Scratching the think with my dreams.
While running the race almost blind,
For winning the space through the means.
Following up over nights
When Moon is dancing with stars,
Away from the ground, spark on lights
I’m counting on hope looking up.
Round and round my will goes through days,
I’m adding on puzzles ideas.
The striving, the joy and the raise
Are knocking to doors with the means.