整日昂着头
                      向着心中的方向
                         或许是宿命
                          心在远方
                      脚却被牢牢困住

                   你是那追日的夸父吗
                           日日追日
                         日日却不得
                 只能在暗夜中低头苦思
                          尽管如此

                     那一束微光初现
                    你便不顾困着的足
                              昂首
                              伸颈
                            振开双臂
                            向着梦想