On that cloudy day,
Misery is spread across the atmosphere.

The sun tends to offer hope across the world,
But on that day with dark clouds,
Everything seems to feel very gloomy.

When the sun shines on earth,
Smiles are more likely to glow,
Offering emotions of wellness.

It is a sad fact that the sun can’t be out every day,
But when that shining star isn’t illuminating,
Try to keep that sparkling expression on your face.

This test is the most crucial exam by life,
Deciding paths of vileness or virtuousness.

The questionnaire is not always simple,
Unable to form practical comprehension.

Ethics from morality are stunned by emotions,
Summiting answers based on raw wickedness.

Rubber is given to repair the flaws of humanity,
Intended to rectify the mistakes of imperfections.

Righteous answers leads to a higher score,
While evil responses results in decrease points.

Filling in statements that will be rated by God,
People represent the faith of their own destiny.

You can’t earn a perfect ranking on the final essay,
Marking errors with a red pen by superior judgement.

A higher power recognizes true forgiveness from sin,
Let the eraser expunge faults of living by wise choices.

When your replies are considered for evaluation,
The creator grades a ruling that decides divineness.

The quilt promises protection,
Manipulating our dreaded fears.

Entering the world of isolation,
Defending ourselves from civilization.

We must battle the deadly earth,
Starting a fight in order to cherish life.

Once the blanket has been lifted,
A life full of opportunities can be waiting.

We like to put a number to levels,
Utilizing a scale for expression.

Using measurement to rate happiness,
Applying a scale to convey fear.

Some scenarios of magnitude proportions can’t be accessed,
Such as the righteousness of God’s love.

Accepting the high measurement just as intense,
Without putting a value to intensiveness.

When you possess the *** of gold,
We shouldn’t keep the wealth to ourselves.

The inspirational path offers fortune,
Delivering hope to the disadvantaged.

It starts by pursuing virtuous ways,
Aiding for the greater good.

Inspiring though that great action,
Providing assistance with a smile.

To spark a revolution of righteousness,
Making a difference one deed at a time.

Watching that pathetic glance,
As contempt boiled in my veins.

Each gaze erupted pity,
Looking at a face of misery.

Every glare sparked dread,
Seeing fear tear up a man.

Staring at my own fright,
The mirror spoke with conviction.

Lyrics can sing a beat of meaning,
Vocalizing words that shed tears.

Expression symbolizes reality,
Crying from the language of remembrance.

Tranquility or pain awakens with the music,
Telling a tale filled with emotions.

Let the song represent purpose,
As the tune is the spark for motivation.

It’s like a meal,
As we try to heal,
Craving that need to feel.

Trying to win the war,
Opening up that door,
As the world keeps score.

We want to get ahead,
Not wind up dead,
When hanging on by a thread.

Winning that scary fight,
In order to see the light,
Ending the awful night.

The negativity cycle spins in the mind,
Spreading to all the senses of feelings.

Browsing the world with blurry vision,
Seeing ugliness when there is beauty.

Every time you look at a stunning painting,
Colors have different symbols of meaning.

You see blood as the color representing hate,
Instead of a delicious apple that you want to eat.

Yellow stands for fire that burns life’s treasures,
Rather than the bright sun that offers hope to all lives.

Positivity can break the course of this thinking,
By optimism, the painting can be seen as amazing.

When the painting is viewed from enthusiasm,
The color black can symbolize a good night’s rest,
Not the typical darkness associated with fright.

They say the pen is stronger than the sword,
But I prefer a pencil with a great eraser.

I fight with my mind with the mighty led,
But I am bound to make mistake on my quest.

Using rubber to fix the errors of life,
Wiping away the misdeeds by restoring any *****-ups.

Relying on logic and reason to form intelligent conclusions,
Writing with caution, even though I can eliminate my flaws.

Always be prepared with a pencil instead of a pen,
Because ink leaves a permanent mark that’s hard to repair.

We were not meant to be puppets,
By doing a dance act through manipulation.

Humans are intended to put on their own show,
A play with people controlling the plot.

The tale basically has two themes,
A destined path to good and to evil.

With the power of freewill,
We choose our own ending in the story.

A higher power lets us decide our fate,
Letting us choose between love and hate.

Survival on earth has its ups and downs,
Like a roller coaster taking you on a zigzagged ride.

Pain and pleasure will shift throughout living,
Swinging back and forth usually without any notice.

Destiny’s plan will keep swaying,
As the ride will always consist of rocking.

Even though this journey is full of twist and turns,
We can still learn how to live with fluctuations of life.

We failed at the first attempt of purpose,
Now, we must get off the floor to try again.

Discouraged by the failure from success,
It can be hard to lift ourselves up.

The second time around can be better,
Learning through the shortcomings from before.

Use the knowledge of wisdom to succeed in life,
Setting a goal that will help you prevail for the test.

Don’t surrender to the failings from the past,
Quitting will lead to paths of regret.

Fight for your right for dreams,
And your life will discover bliss.

The perfection clause doesn’t apply,
Yet we struggle to be flawless.

Society demands perfectionism,
But the perfect human ceases to exist.

We are all sinners in an imperfect world,
In a universe that is filled with faults.

Immorality is part of the individual,
A mind which consists of defects.

Misdeeds will prevail in this life,
As wrong acts continues to thrive.

The soul can live based on virtue,
Following a path where dignity rules.

Even though we can’t be perfectionists,
Striving to be finest person is enough.

The perfection clause doesn’t apply,
Yet we struggle to be flawless.

Society demands perfectionism,
But the perfect human ceases to exist.

We are all sinners in an imperfect world,
In a universe that is filled with faults.

Immorality is part of the individual,
A mind which consists of defects.

Misdeeds will prevail in this life,
As wrong acts continues to thrive.

The soul can live based on virtue,
Following a path where dignity rules.

Even though we can’t be perfectionists,
Striving to be finest person is enough.

Destiny has created a maze,
One with many locked doors.

The course to success is difficult to find,
Setting up barriers which ignite insecurities.

We can wait for someone to open the entrance,
But that person usually doesn’t show up.

In order to get through the entryway,
We must take action by unlocking our own trail.

If you depend on others for reaching the exit,
Glory will fail as thriving routes won’t open.

Use self-disciple to unlock victory,
Not relying on another person’s keys for progress.

The wounds of the past are deep,
Causing anguish that haunts the mind.

Visions ignites tears of suffering,  
Led by remembrance inflicting grief.

Fighting the harsh memories that scar,
Seeking goals that lead to inner peace.

Brawling with history to conquer misery,
Trying to secure a remarkable present.

The path through time will heal the pain,
Traveling across bridges to recovery.

Pain is part of the plan today,
As misery claims today’s tournament,
But agony didn’t win the championship.

Tomorrow is meant to be played,
One which improvement can strive,
To start another day on a happy note.

Battling the remaining hours left,
Attempting to survive torment,
Using current time to heal wounds.

Even if the sun isn’t shining,
The next day begins a fresh test,
With a chance to excel in a new exam.

Intentionally wounding ourselves through flashbacks,
We unleash pain by remembering those bad moments.

Looking at that past picture that cuts the mind,
Or talking about a memory that stabs the soul.

Recognizing that these actions leads to bleeding inside,
Yet we still puncture a deep hole which causes harm.

Once the blood of recollection pours out,
It’s difficult to clot the self-inflicted scar.

Remembrance of heartbreak ruptures the present,
Thinking that stimulates an impossible scenario.

Reflection and prediction is a very dangerous mix,
Like adding fuel to a huge fire that is out of control.

Instead of reliving painful thoughts regarding the past,
Use the medicine of laughter to ignite a smile from history.

Progress tends to hit a barrier,
As advancement to take a step backwards.

Disappointment could take us off the track,
Causing all gains to be completely lost.

Even though you take a step back,
You are still ahead by one stride.

You lose five pounds of fat by determination,
Then gain three pounds through indulging.

Succeeding doesn’t demand perfection,
But it requires you not to quit the mission.

When drama arises on the television,
Our eyes glow with wonderment,
Interested in how misery destroys lives.

Every time we read the newspaper,
We stare at the front page containing pain,
Anxious to read what caused so much anguish.

Stories of righteousness are rarely the top headlines,
As our dull lives are fascinated with something different,
So people are amazed by themes of misfortunes that excites.

Individuals are imperfect humans and require excitement,
Living that life where they’re typically working from nine to five,
Needing that spark that leads to shock.

The media should create more stories of peace,
News that can produce a huge smile,
Not entertainment that results in jaws dropping.

Telling tales like recovering from illness,
Displaying those happy people who are healed,
Reporting hope is a much better message.

Unwelcomed change follows a trail of sadness,
Directing to a road that can cause regret.

Destiny took a wrong turn in the unwanted direction,
As life leads to disappointing outlooks for a future.

Misery can control the cognition process by doubting fate,
Lacking hope for the route to happiness.

Alterations can be created through fixing challenges,
Fighting for a way to the bridge that satisfies success.

The overpass exists in the distance,
But you must find the lane to bliss.

Evil tries to slip by divineness,
Trying to intimidate virtuous standards.

Wickedness shows its cards first,
Attacking through deadly power.

Combating with no allegiance,
Because immorality stabs everyone.

As disloyal methods fight poorly,
Virtue comes to the battlefield.

Waging a war based on integrity,
Righteousness brawls through honesty.

Using dignified strategies to conquer enemies,
Never turning on a fellow soldier.

Virtue always prevails against vile ways,
As the unpopularity of sinfulness eventually falls.

Ancient history is questioned by shortcomings,
Asking preceding years about an ignored path.

Examining the road not ventured in life,
Ignited by disobeying a purpose that caused regret.

Dwelling on a lost path that didn’t seek bliss,
This mysterious route is an unsolved puzzle.

Streets of untraveled lanes stay undiscovered,
Troubling the mind by evaluating past failings.

Leave the unknown passage in previous times,
Moving unrecorded moments back to old dates.

A new destiny is waiting for you today,
Leading to a quest that will inspire optimism.

Stigma says money equals wealth
Claiming cash will purchase happiness.

Society states prestige dominates culture,
Valuing praise for its force of power.

Potential is not measured by owning coins,
Or through honoring a high reputation.

Succeeding is earning dignity by self-respect,
Wrestling to gain character through integrity.

When helping people without a self-centered cause,
Righteousness shines to its true potential.

If not thinking about how that deed satisfies you,
Your soul is on the right path to grace.

Always aid individuals without greedy intentions,
And you will glow through virtue.

The virtuous person dedicates peace to everyone,
Helping just to assist people in a world of imperfections.

When integrity stands tall in a holy way,
God will offer you light in the afterlife.

A dream glows in the mind,
Starting at the time of innocence.

The ambition is envisioned,
Picturing that day on center stage.

Practicing for the chance to glory,
Hoping to earn those screaming fans.

Talent buys the big contract,
Signing the paper that leads to cash.

Stardom crushes a childhood fantasy,
Courtesy to all the piles of money.

You stepped on another person’s territory,
Causing tension that leads to conflicts.

Dishonor establishes a feud of contention,
Battling with fists that are filled with pride.

The ego prevails in the mind which ignites anger,
Burning with fury as feelings of disrespect scorches.

These emotions are lethal if not contained properly,
As dangerous actions are committed by contempt.

A person feels like the wrongful act is a slap in the face,
But sometimes, it’s best to turn the other check,
Especially when the unjust action is a minor offense.

Flunking the exam shatters pride,
Smashing confidence into pieces.

Considering the easy route,
As the road to glory is blocked.

We must find a way up the wall,
Because failure isn’t an option.

If we surrender to the cause,
Progression will never be achieved.

It’s a shame when we fail the test,
But ending the quest to victory is a bigger defeat.

When destiny takes an awful turn,
The power of faith is truly tested,
Putting good versus evil into war.

To keep traveling in the hot desert,
No matter how exhausted you feel,
Even when quench of thirst is strong.

Staying honest to the doctrine of virtue,
By not letting vileness corrupt your views,
Especially if temptation offers promising hope.

By walking the journey with full exertion,
While keeping the path fully righteous,
Loyalty is given to yourself and a higher power.

Craving the desire to travel alone,
Trying to reach the finish line without help.

The obstacle course presents threats,
As the journey becomes overbearing.

Thirst and starvation requires assistance,
With fatigue pleading for nourishment.

Requesting aid when weakness prevails,
Or when lost while seeking the destination.

Feelings of humiliation shouldn’t arise,
As desperation needs to cry out for support.

Mercy is allowed if too tired to jump hurdles,
And when confused about the direction.

Guidance is a necessity that’s required,
As imperfections on earth will always emerge.

Lightning strikes twice,
Without rolling the dice,
And you pay the price.

It happened so fast,
A traumatic blast,
Causing overcast.

In the mist of rain,
Sparking pain,
Forcing a bloodstain.

At the end of the line,
Hope can shine,
Fighting for cloud nine.

Effort strives for a goal,
Chasing a journey with intent.

Ambition runs at full exertion,
As purpose fuels the cause.

If victory isn’t the end result,
Discouragement can rise enormously.

Hopelessness shows signs of defeat,
With confidence experiencing a blow.

Sometimes, a pursued route won’t be found,
As destiny created a different trail to follow.

When one quest isn’t suitable,
Another path to success is usually discovered.

It’s like the same old show,
Moving at a certain flow,
Dating back many years ago.

With a repeating tale,
Leading to no more trails,
Seeking out brand new details.

Craving an interesting quest,
One unlike the rest,
Figuring out the best.

Fighting for the thrill,
And for the lack of a drill,
Needing a cause to fulfill.

Dread can cast a shadow over confidence,
Trapping you as a prisoner pinned by fright.

Crawling underneath the isolated ditch,
Hoping that avoidance will expunge fear.

Always hiding in that tiny corner,
As valuable time is being wasted away.

That dark cloud will haunt you if not conquered,
Always inflicting terror while controlling your life.

It’s never easy to confront apprehension in the face,
But a necessary task to break free from the darkness.

Wanting to promote a righteous cause,
But confused in an enormous maze.

Imperfections appeared with each mystery,
Leading to unwanted acts of contempt.

Even though sin led to punishment,
Grounds for virtuous principles meant to shine.

Needing to find the right trail in life,
Battling for virtue in every aspect of living.

The inner demons that prevailed were conquered,
Discovering survival without sinister tactics.

Offers to shine are non-existent,
Even though talent and character prevails.

Trying to earn success ends up hitting a wall,
As dreams with ambitions become crushed.

Putting down your shield to meet new people,
But raise it up again as rejection strikes fiercely.

Succeeding and acceptance are desires with power,
Gaining strength to achieve aspirations of normality.

Normalizing chances for happiness encounters reality,
As imperfections in society dominates decisions.

Treat all opportunities as occurrences of extinction,
Fighting for prospects like possibilities depends on existence.

A great quest is satisfied,
Supplying meaning with necessary reason.

Now a new journey must begin,
In order to satisfy a fresh appetite.

The latest craving is an essential battle,
One that inspires cause in life.

After strong purpose is fulfilled,
A war with powerful ambition is hard to find.

Discovering another objective can be brutal,
Walking a rough trail with no destination.

With a campaign stimulating a movement,
Motive triggers aim by forming a crusade.

Praise is the sign of showing success,
With the indication to express gratitude.

We don’t always get the required recognition,
As the compliments of others drive motivation.

Hearing those words stimulates the will,
Energizing us to keep producing glory.

Battling for approval for that joyous emotion,
Standing tall by experiencing high worth.

Even though acknowledgement is great,
Self-appreciation is what matters most.

A vision plays out in the mind,
Creating a perfect design for an outcome.

Ideas blossom to construct a purpose,
Hoping nothing won’t block the strategy.

Somehow, obstacles stop the movement of progress,
Ruining a project which was well devised.

When situations don’t go as planned,
We feel like reason is destroyed.

Try to preserve the infrastructure,
And work on rebuilding the architecture.

If the fort can’t be maintained,
Form a secondary scenario as an option.

It’s unfortunate when a framework is damaged,
But there is always new an alternative to an aim.

Blissfulness has hit a brick wall,
Colliding against the barriers of hardships.

Unable to discover the joys in life,
As despair kills all of the pleasure.

Cause is misplaced by unanswered questions,
Replacing purpose with unjustified critique.

Lying in a pool filled with misery,
With motivation at a standstill.

That rut puts us in a downward spiral,
But we can certainly stand again.

In order to conquer the slump,
We must lift ourselves up from the water.

Misery is obstructing the road to bliss,
Blocking joy from reaching its destination.

Hardships cause despair that weakens strength,
As anguish leads to feelings of hopelessness.

We think we are powerless against agony,
Considering defeat by throwing in the towel.

Usually, desperation finds a way out of torment,
Fighting for survival with a determined sword.

Battling life’s imperfections with dedication,
Because we tend to realize that life is too precious.

Aspirations become crushed by life,
As the will to succeed hits a brick wall.

Hopelessness transpires through devastation,
Emerging a fractured outlook about fate.

When the dream becomes broken,
Promise is always an option.

By climbing out of that hole,
Hope is a possible task.

If greatness can’t be fully restored,
Alternatives can be proclaimed with honor.

Whatever course destiny’s tale will tell,
Success can win through decisiveness.

Suffering returns with a vengeance,
Causing pain that inflicts wounds.

The injury puts us on the sideline,
Interrupting stability by tearing balance.

Now that harmony is broken,
A new mission must start to reenter the game.

A quest to restore steadiness must persist,
Or else we will forever sit on the bench.

Because of our determination to rise from agony,
We tend to find a way to run normally on the field.

The warrior is ready to break,
Due to the difficult journey that caused pain.

Fatigue creeps up on the body and mind,
As he is prepared to raise the flag upside down.

Life’s path has become too rough,
As the fighter tries to hold back tears.

During the quest of survival,
The survivor realizes that quitting is not an option.  

If he throw in the towel,
The samurai not only loses his progress,
But forfeits his right to living.

Because existence is the only option,
He continues his route to the top of the mountain,
Fighting for the right to live a wonderful livelihood.

The struggle isn’t a walk in the park,
But winning the war doesn’t require a miracle.

Saying this operation requires tough skills,
Describing talents you don’t possess.

Referring it as a suicide mission,
Stating that you will never recover.

That the quest will lead to self-grief,
Causing continuous days of misery.

You were called up for deployment,
Whether the critics like it or not.

It is a duty to take on your assignment,
Fighting for the right to success.

Because if you don’t battle in the conflict,
You will be eaten by regret your entire life.