A man in confinement, Can live with reasons;
His months and seasons,
His goals and visions,
His legions;
Of logic customised and lessons,
Missions!
Limitations, curved out of phantasms, Curved out of hope;
Buried in skewed scope,
The tricks, the rope;
We are all sailing boats,
Life!? Unmarked roads,
Sports!
Deliriums, the apparitions of life, Buried under opaque ‘thought ice’;
Few achieved and many died,
Take me for a ride,
Darkness is when someone buries his light;
Your terminus is beyond your sight,
One last fight is always your right;
Pride!
