Turning Point

As a person I have fame among my beloved ones. Not many but the closest ones. Sometimes I find myself miserable, because I am the only one thinking like that. As a person I try to jump above, but I found myself sleeping under the bridge. After my intelligence, I sleep under a pillow, instead I should be above. Difficult to sleep on clouds, when everybody makes you sleep on a corner. Not easy to fly, when you have the wings cut. Wings grow up again one day, and then the wind will take me far away. Soon enough it will be a starting point, when my wings will fly again from the sea, from the old windmill I used to be in. Give me a turning point to grow up again. I will be nobody, but somebody for the ones I want to be with. A turning point for feeding happiness and friendship. A turning point to tell the ones I hurt, that I didn't mean. I have never meant to do anything wrong, but I did. I breath different air to release my soul back. As my soul is realeased I breath new air. That air makes me dance to a different point where I feel the music that feeds my heart, that heart jumps into joyness, that joy plays notes, and makes me watch the blue sea, which is my turning point