Self-Belief

  A Wishful Debt Is the new view enthralling? Or is the view I see a regret? Would I call it a door to the other end? Or would I rather call it an end? Do I often explode inside; While staring at my own strange silhouette? It seldom is hard to discover where I belong, But not moving heaven & earth is a wishful debt. The empty roles I play, Set a stage for succeeding threat. I move, I act, I manifest; It's the perspective, not a story to reject. While chartering the misery, Attain the wisdom I always meant. Why avert the impending circumstance? When I cannot unsee the dream I dreamt. I watch myself standing ashore, It's the place I never had ever left. Floating far & away through it all; Will I ever break through this eternal quest? All Rights Reserved ⓒ