Let's not accept denial; it's a phase!
At times, I tear apart.
What makes me,
What builds me,
Is it my face or is it a
mask?
I go on to question
myself,
On and on, I go.
Am I to be the one for
you,
Or am I to dissuade away
in the flying ashes,
Up above the air.
I move up the sidelines,
the truthful imagining,
Of the solitaire;
Outlining the holy stair;
That cultivates and leads
my Being!
The life develops of
paramount importance,
I think, I believe;
Things can be fine, and
nicer.
From the days in agony,
and pain;
When confusions stain and
penetrate,
Do I tell myself that,
Life is a beautiful trail,
And a heavenly sail.
From the days of
merriment, excitement,
When the roads could cling
to the heart, with pride and joys;
Do I yell at myself,
Life is a beautiful trail,
And a heavenly sail."
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