Hopeless Movements

At dawn, when the sky smiles... I bow, pray at length to seek. If true, as God would have me; At it, my swiftness should awake hope. Where there seems none, my styles... Possibly without remorse, though weak; Cum certainty of what to be, such sea- I swim through its boundless spell, off rope. At noon, when the sky frown, I race, hustle all seasons long... If no, as fate could file my case; Of time, my faith would halt war. Why not give up, such stage me clown. This won't be of tease, while still young... Rather shall keep up, cum His grace- Until I feel relieved; ease storm, offshore. At night, while the sky beams... I write, encode and decode my day; If sure, lessons learnt propels thought. For real, it engulf my mind's box Through the night; many are dreams- Of peace and war, fear and courage; gay... Will I ever have to myself, what I sought? Cum lot where lies mirthful stories, off clocks...