Oftentimes I continue to inquire within myself.
When will the tables turn?
Dispirited and inactive with the world.
Mentality of the all night paper chase.
Distorted dreams for greener pastures.
Which in turn the advancement in life was spurned.
Repress bitter images only added to my low self-esteem.
With the lord in complete anonymity.
Subsequently life is full of mystery.
Without a restructured plan.
Dashing hopes will become repeated history.
The dreamless person I've become.
Built upon my own civilization.
Has hampered my growth as a person.
To achieve the quality of life.
That's been forever fantasized.
Maturation of man must be revolutionized.
If destiny is to be fulfilled.
Inner belief down the core must provide the will.
Initial steps towards my aspiration.
Will always be the toughest.
My follow through will render my competency.
To reach the final triumph.
