The
sculptor etches away
Creating
this masterpiece he has in mind,
And so we
too etch at ourselves, at the end of the day
Hoping to
reveal our real humankind.
How honest
can you really be?
Knowing
only the truth will set you free.
There are
days when I think it’s my last
But
somehow they usually past.
On this
journey we call life
We all
have our own share of strife.
This somehow
jolts us into reality
Where we
sometimes find true tranquillity unexpectedly
