My dreams I do take for granted,
My goals starved because I neglected my mission in pursuit for pleasures.
I left my long run struggles,
In search for short run miracles.
My weapon of survival is now my instrument for self-destruction.
Dreams turned nightmares
As my visions lack direction
As my feet walked a rugged path,
My eyes becomes a fountain of sorrow.
With bitterer waters flowing down with joy.
Am drowning in the ocean of my conception,
My visions cage in its dimension.
My fears became my devil and my dreams its associate....
Thus my soul seems doomed in my self-created lake of fire,
Hoping for redemption and need for self-development...