Every single one of us comes into this world as a seed
Whether we reach our full potential remain to be seen
We are filled with dreams
Still, is our heart strong enough to rely on its self esteem?
Indeed, a weak heart is tied down by desire
A such gifted liar
Controlled by it, you will suffer from it's whims
Slowly but surely broking your wings
Procrastination,sloth are his deceit
Making you believe that your life is infinite
While its running out like a hourglass
Internal war for internal peace
This is what is needed for it to cease
A heavy task that will leave you full of sweat
But is life worth living if it is filled with regrets?