It is never done away with,
The more is tried, the more is arranged to be handled with.
The mind is exhausted, the soul is drained
And the verdict is ordained,
But what is still unknown, is yet to be seen
The road which seems to be taken, is in reality the one not taken.
The face which seems to be real, perhaps is unreal, unseen.
The idea of knowing it all is completely mistaken,
cause there is still a lot to take in.
The conviction is unyielding,
The will is unbending,
The fortitude is obdurating,
And the heart owns a spirit, unending.
The time is getting ripe for decisive actions,
Pledging for positive attractions.
Despite the odds acting out,
The disguise will come out
shining brightly, flying high,
for the world to remember this fable.