Once i thought that we are free to choose what we want
to pursue our ideals no matter the cost.
But world cultivates otherwise and i am filled with sadness
no pride.
So here i am in a blank page, i do not remember making
that decision.
If only i possessed the humility and say to myself
"get up you've seen nothing yet, you haven't done your part yet"
The fight between a man and his heart so driven by desire and
all that stands noble is a hard thing for sure.
If i interracted and guided my insticts it was because
i haven't felt the apogee of pain.
If i was relactant to contribute in my heart's affairs
it was because i was so naive, i would have crushed my heart
in the mud and no one knows how many souls with it.
Life is no fairytail and there are not always happy endings
but who am i to decide and destroy everything good that's left
in my heart.
Much wisdom cause much grief but experience could
bring happiness.
When i turn around and look the cause i've walked there is no person
that i love i regret having in my life.
My fate is my own, my choice is my own.
I am proud now, in a way...