“Youthful beginnings”
They wander limitless copies,
New ideas are real, adapt into your world,
But losing that eyes and directions.
It’s painful to think, you grew alone,
Alone I’m trying not to give up as a family,
Everytime I want to get it right…
One month down, and I see the hope,
From the pain, anger, plans are formed,
I worry about balance, and not being able to turn around.
My deepest fears, pain and rage,
Now it was replaced with silence and courage,
I can meet myself in the future if victory.
For victory and my mind’s victory,
Down wanted to just give I’m still,
I cannot give up, lifting all truths.
-Tikatarot-
Watchwords:
Young
Wounded,
Wondering
Knowing
Thankful
