Unable To Swerve From My Course
I started this intrepid jeourney
putting all the zealous faith
in my renewed capabilities,
not wanting a handout from life.
And stubborly going forward, it got much harder:
the further I went, the less strenght I had;
almost regretting of having undertaken
such a hardous task that only some dared to take.
Am I forced to follow instincts
unable to swerve from this course?
It's a risk I may regret later...
when all gains seem to be lost.
I shouln't have tried to alter anything,
and left alone the calm waters without stirring a storm;
in that clear sea I could see white corals on the bottom,
now the troubled currents are fighting back with fury.
What is predistened must occur as prophetizied,
don't imitate my foolishness: I'm unable to swerve from my course;
do I realize I was given a mission to be completed before my death?
Look beyond gratification and pride: humbleness is given only to a few.
Written on 9/12/2017
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