What fuels the human mind?
Who are the light and high?
Why must we continue when we are about to die?
Mystery, the lighter and flame that ignites
Sparks our will to fight
Tells us to entice

Some say pessimism
Others say optimism
Few say realism
Which binds you back to your tendons?
Which leaves you finished?
Which creates will?
Which makes us ill?
Each urges us to feel
Though, one must be killed

Optimism soars us high
Pessimism dwells us down
Who shall grasp the crown?
It's  mystery around
The fuel to this poem
The fuel has made mind open
The will to live
The urge to sin

All is a path
Choose to form essence
Choose to create wrath
Mystery is nothing to fear
But to listen and hear
Be aware
Don't be scared
Don't walk the path in beware