17 February 2013
A writer, a fighter, an engineer,
All my dreams were greatly dear,
I wasn't sure on a career,
Not as a lady nor a child,
I was not stupid, not wild,
I was only a dreamer of the high,
But not a single opportunity passed by,
Not once did I frown or complain,
When they did bitterly disdain,
But now I do not ponder on regrets,
Nor do I worry or fret,
I don't think my life headed downstream,
It was just a path full of my broken dreams
Broken Dreams • Opuss № I