A mind inside a cavity with walls as thick as own head, To be able to see the light It has to fight its own wit The latter being wiser Desires to choose from the concoction, Puts forward an opinion A question that stands an auction. Will you choose to have yourself, or have this will you may not, to be able to choose yourself and put yourself apart?
The art of facing the good in everything is a good one, the good man deeds and demands the persistence of having one. The art of blaming and choosing to point the finger away is the easiest one, the coward enjoys it, the wise fears one. The art of sustenance of calm and the belief in goodwill of man is the toughest one, for I a mere disciple of faith face the challenge. For I a mere man of trust face the brunt (?) But the man I am, chooses to stay in the path for I have no other way to reach the longed.
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