The melodious bird in Golden cage
Remember the story in childhood where a king captures the sweet singing bird in a cage and then the bird loses what made her so special, her gift of mellifluous voice, her singing, it all faded away. People say I'm very impatient and don't know what I want, yet keep chasing a dream - maybe dream job, dream love, dream house, dream city - but whatever I chase is a dream for all those who live on this practical earth. I never justify myself, not because I can't because this is something that you have to feel and no one can explain. Like the feeling when you have to breathe hard in December winter and your nose turns cherry red or when you see the October sky and stars entice you. If you can feel this, you know what I'm talking about, for the rest, don't worry - you lost your imagination somewhere on the way, its not too late to step out and see the sky and smile at the stars, your childhood will come back to you. Remember when playing in the ground with the neigh...