domingo, 1 de abril de 2018

Calm

I am becoming a monk
As everyday I face fate
Laughing at me
Right as I claim
Calmness as my way

Maybe I lost hope
Everyday is the same
But things flow
In a stormy way

I have to conquer this time
As I have greater fears ahead
Due to the fact
I am no longer in trail

I need to find again
Something to aim
As this has to head
Somewhere after the cliff

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