fling the word that i dont know what its meant

fling, that what pops into my mind.
its like a blossom bloom on the spring,
the feeling that make us smile,
the feeling that reassure us that life is matter to us,

fling,
gibberish, that what felt for the last 21 years,
the thing never felt better then ever when all question were answered,
the question of life,
the question of death,
the question that matter to you and to me also.

fling,
fly by the court and try to feel that you are free,
the feeling that make me feel so alive,
this doesnt matter to others,
doesnt matter to the world,
only just you and me,

fling,
we own it, we create it,
but never know where will it lands,
maybe at the wheat field,
maybe at the backyard where all begin there,
or at the paradise that we always dream of,

fling,
this is not a love story,
this is not a success story nor a story for the failed ones,
this is story not to be spoken by human,
only for the One to decide what will it be,
for the One to judge it,
but not for the One to take the road,

fling,
im tired and cold,
hope the spring will be around for the time i can reach it,
hope for the road that i take will be cherish,
bless with the smile on your face,
bless with the glare of your eyes,
bless with your touch that are so angel-like,
the touch that gives life in order,

fling,
and fling again,
again and again...

fin