Can’t touch the ground.
Floating up, ignoring the irrelevant sounds.
Keeping my focus on the target, that I have found.
Hitting the bulls-eye, soon, I will be crowned.
No time to stay on the surface.
Because I finally found my purpose.
Taking up this chance, I can’t show myself being nervous.
All the words spoken to me are, simply, worthless.
I’ve made this my time.
To look up and make myself climb.