All pretty things, the world could hold, I believe are in me. All happiness of time, That have passed, and in the present or later, I believe are in me. Why should I be so sad? Fearing about the immediate future, to make it more better, and not wanting to be slaughtered, by the butcher's sharp knife! Am I worried about the pangs of time? That might lead me to what I feel is hell, Or about the humiliation I would face? resulting in more haste! It is ultimately a new day for me, but I am still worried about my future! Am I scared of the commitments, That rise up huge barriers in me, to do my duty!
Rediscover your world through my words!