do i need to be better than the best i could be?

with fainted crescent haunting the mist of the sea?

to be stronger is just an ornament for me..

among the blind men who unfortunately can’t see..

do i need to be great to gain international fame?

win million of wars or achieve a futile aim?

why to be a sunlight than only a leaf?

if the almighty clouds would block it’s golden fleet..

why to be the wind than only a tree,

if it can’t blow the hefty rocks?

and why a luxurious palace?

if there’s a hut that subsides the shocks?

so why seek being the greatest?

beside this is a sense of destruction..

the one who fight and go for the best,

is also the the nearer to obsession.