The Bearing To Focus
Pains are supposed lifetime teachers,
Teachers that connect mind to soul.
Soul, mind connects unto preachers,
Towards time... life lessons made whole.
Pains are pieces of peaceful storm...
Comfort's steeze can not regulate,
Or by any means can reform;
All stings, life's fate violate.
Each never come to mount limit,
Rather shapes mind not to get lost
Of strength wearing out to be fit
Enough for heart, wishes exhaust...
In-between life and death dreamlands,
Once of pursuit in dying hope;
Tired, shattered yet chasing cum grace,
Possible luck could lock by chance-
Either up in the sky to fall...
Like manna released from heaven,
Or in the oxygen breaths breathe...
To keep living and grow nice gut.
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