I feel freezed and hard to breath

I expect myself to be a long distance runner.
But this time, I considered to run away.

I feel being tied to somewhere,
there somewhat I called principals fills.

I think it should be better to keep silent
when witnesses someone getting brighter and shining.

I refuse some chances to be a wider man,
because I think I shoukd be fucus on
my narrow interests.
I prefer to do somethings to make poor riched,
but do somethings to brighten some shining star,
or to get closer to win some light.

Am I dark? Partly, as I think.

I listen more than give,
because I think that would be happier for anyone
to give than obey.
And this might be an excuse for me to cover
my lock of idea, knowledge, common senses, or abilities.

I wait more than create,
because my laziness,
and I have no enough confidence to brings changes
which would make things better as planned.

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I image getting out of a jail
and breaking something somewhere,
kicking someone's ass,
and slam down one ball,
waving my fists,
and do anything which could make me feel glorious.

Yes,
that is not true.
And I must face the real.

Things will keep going.
Suffering will come to its end.
Every thing will find it way out.