The ailment is not familiar
May be too personal or a ****
Perhaps gone thorough too many mutations
It is locked with keys lost.

Am not a doctor or a therapist
But has to deal with.
Poor doctor, what did you learn
in years!

This world is overflown with
motivation,
success and
million followers.

But it cannot reach the
Darkest corner of that Atlantic.
So many prescriptions, free advices
Nothing to heal in real.

I am being dear, take up the role of
A healer, with a blind faith in mind
To do some witchcraft or black magic
The world that solved mysteries over.

It turns me believer, not what I know
But what I intend to attain
Not knowing if to solve
But to be part of solution.