I stepped in and it is another world,
A world of wisdom and sparkling knowledge.
Each of them wears a chivalrous appearance,
My eyes stunned with their valor, full of literary skills....
I worshipped! I worshipped them as my heroes (ideals)
And strongly urged to be like them one day,
The mirror broke, broke so hardly that reality came out,
My illusionary world wiped out, wiped out as an ever faded memory,
It broke me, broke me too that now
I feel ashamed, ashamed of me
For being drowned into that unreal world...
But still, I promise, a promise to my own self
To not to stop following my instincts or allusions,
Because, these are the spirits, spirits who always whisper in my ears
That fly as much as you can and
"The sky is the limit".