It's hard to hide,
What rarely I never find.
Clueless of the next step I take,
Eventually end up trapped in the pit.
Optimism and brightness are illusionary shelters...
For practically, I win logically often more than emotionally......
Pains and sufferings won't ever end to cry about....
The struggle's between heart and brain around.
Scratching from the head everytime,
I believe would not lead me there,
Where I ought to be, seldom trying to be.
These lines and instincts shall always hold me back,
For however I motivate myself to rise...
You and others influence me more than,
The ones who should, dreadfully they never could..
So I hit back again today..
Hoping to be with you, in your eyes...
Glittered to make you proud..
That owing me was not a small deed
To reckon on, but glorious to remember about.....
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