It's coming and it's near,
All I have to do is to fight my fear.
Have lost many battles but not yet hope,
And tried success through all: manoeuvre or grope.
Even when enervated I try to be agile,
And in melancholy fool myself with a smile.
The catastrophe of thunder may be bigger or tiny,
But the sun of tomorrow will always be shiny.
Envisioning myself in animated tomorrow and not in buried archive,
Have lost all vitality but still trying to be alive.
Pushing myself forward on the track of hassle and harshness,
As I continue my journey in the Light of Darkness....