I am sculpted by my own imagination
drive into the wildest war of town,
That potentially drag me to run down on my knees.
Saying whispers of touch and love
Saying things that I wouldn’t care to
I never believe that the actual thought of mine
Was the only one that could betray me.
Perhaps I couldn’t utter to myself
That despite the wave of the ocean that could give me power
To overcome to me and to relax me
That things will be fine and okay
That no matter what my decision is,
It’s up to me
To re-fine myself.
To re-evaluate my core
To reset the happiness that values me
Inside of this endless loop;
The cycle of life
To re-designing my own beliefs and truthful ways
To let this happen eventually.
I will believe again in the name of love and all.