Will we care to know who we are,
unbolt our mind and explore.
Boundless lands are a leap away,
yet we decide to stay where we were.
Holding on to careless memories that slip,
we make a conundrum of our life.
Eyes turn to faucets that sob till dusk
and nurture pain that body expels.
Second chances that God showers us with
can drag us towards a utopia.
If our reluctance still shows up,
we must be foolish to preach for mercy.
I'm a firm believer of the idea that it's never too late to improve. If we know the consequences of our sins yet abstain ourselves from doing good, it is a shame.