I didn't have wings

Looks like I've met the END,

the end of dreams.

the end of things I have reached for.

It was at the scope of my hand.

It was grasp away.

but my path was against it,

now it be couldn't reached.

why did I even think that I could break through?

why did i even try to fly?

Now I realized, i didn't have wings.

I was just again, a Puppet after all.

I was creating a world of my own.

Fantasies and dreams of things untold.

Freedom my heart wanted to behold,

But all of these were just Unreal.

My hands are locked. These chains are here.

thus I still tried to fly,

and now I fall down... In tears... I'll die.