That Moment

When you're fed up of being all good. And giving up wouldn't bother you. Would you change yourself if you could? Or would you let that light shine in you? When the innocence in your eyes is lost. And so, from your voice, is care and warmth. Was losing it worth what its cost? Or would you find it somewhere and keep it life long? When it's no more that your attitude attributes deligence. And everything you start, ends up in your own rush. Did it ever mean to have some patience? Or was it just that you would tame your frustration? When you don't want anything of what you were already wanting. And you hadn't really thought that giving up would be that easy. Was it because, there was no meeting on your path, it was always the waiting? Or would you still persevere, one moment more, to the opening? It is all about that one moment, the will, when you are at low, knocked. As is the fire when you know you've walked through the hell. It is not about the hardships, when upon you is opportunity bestowed. It is all about the rule even if the kingdom fell. As is the moment of internal turmoil to be subdued. If you let that moment pass and make of it something well. Yes, you would have got a story to tell.