When all my sweat and tears

Morph into "determination"

I scream and kick at–

Any sign of an obstacle

To see

To believe

That one day, a dream will be free.

When all my determination

Mold to form "expectation"

A flying witch, high in the sky

Rains down, a pitiless tune

To break

To destroy

A dream that will destroy her will.

An end has come to my metamorphosis

And with happiness, I utter,

"An evil complete. A dream forgotten."