When all my passion is gone and my eyes have grown weak,
It only makes sense to forgive myself;
before I get diminished into nothing.
It is my fear of failure that fuels this,
my madness to rise above myself,
that a drop of inspiration, lasts forever.

I will persist,
to the point of exhaustion.
This is not the end, but the beginning, of things that are better.
Disruption can do wonderful things to a person,
like believe that mountains can be moved-
with a single hand.

Kindness, I know has its limits and
if you have reached the brim,
then let the water spill…