Invictus
Invictus
The stories that shows the resilient spirit,
against all odds and rationally is empiric.
It is not where the hero is seeking attention,
it’s the nameless person providing redemption.
The living urge in purity of spirit, without we could not exist,
only by lost egos continuously resists.
Walking on dreams, prayers and whispers clearly spoken,
solitary spirits changing everything what is broken.
The vale of the nightingale profound,
the stranger giving all in joyful chant.
Where the song of praise has no ending,
giving texture of serenity aiding.
Words of wise council is the currency,
long after all with certainty.
We all coming with a purpose in this world,
only fears establishing that paradox mold.
All one knows does not change the situation,
especially when one is worried about a reputation.
Some sacred text mentioned, not to give false witness,
more even to one’s own truth in brightness.
When the system is blinding your eyes immune,
its time to take real fortunes into tune.
Playing with the remote from the couch of ignorance,
will have its handicapped forced consequence.
Copyright © Robert Rittel | Year Posted 2019
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