Waking up every morning mist
Hoping to see the real me.
Life just looks so uneasy and mean.
Imprudent are its ideas
And noxious are its opportunities,
Giving me every means to doubt mankind.
This was the mind of my defeated flesh.
But when I stood to fight its doom,
Deep within me flickered a gloom
Of reassuring confidence.
I noticed a strong relief
Upon which was believe.
Putting away the stormy sea
Out at the right gorge
Then stepping out of the tides of my mind,
I grew to own up to my very self.
My wars gave a recess about life,
I am the truth that I should seek.
I sought solace in a working team,
Just to be wary of the world’s uncertainty
In order to achieve my goal at aim beam.