These unicorns in my imagination are gorgeous but couldn’t fly,
why am I trying to be the girl undefined?
They say what I imagine I flaunt beautifully,
aware of the fact that life is giving nothing to me.
With the ink, I have spoiled many papers you see,
some says art, some stays in jealousy.
With a horn, I fly, being the Queen of the sky,
Elegance that’s awake, everything that’s unsaid,
But these unicorns in my imagination are gorgeous but couldn’t fly.