Why do we revel on what is to come,
when the past has taught us to expect conundrum.
Twists and turns and times of stress,
the downfalls have become relentless.
My heart says hold on, please keep hope,
but my mind is tired and cannot cope.
Please do not pity me or give me sorrow,
for in time it is my strength you shall need to borrow.
Some gripe, some sob, on pain they moil
battling the horrors of inner turmoil.
Silently, gracefully, I stand alone,
Ontop of my paradox I am enthrone.
Knowing peace only comes from within,
I will uplift my life from this chagrin.
I will change the path of my future conundrums,
by steadily living my life as it comes.