I wanted to see that one type of road,
The road I really wanted to take,
But never did I arrive into that road,
On my own, I traveled that path clueless.
Clueless of that possible detour,
I learned the hardest way into the rough, bumpy road,
I came never opened, to reroutes,
But I end up still believing in the impossibility.
I’m staying only for this dream,
This dream that pulled me apart,
From my roots up to my deepest soul,
I think without clearly knowing what is the possible outcome.
Watchwords:
Dreaming
Becoming
Deepest
Staying
Rerouted
Here is Tikatarot, who dares you to answer the question, “Who am I?”...
As and will always be reminding you to dream: