Idle Soul
You see beyond the text provide,
True reasons from the inside,
Contemplate the steps to pursuit,
But conscience and ego on dispute.
Each statements to disseminate,
Thousands of questions await,
But only a single question imply,
"Is your faith that high?"
Considers the weight of the word,
Doubts reign and almost covered,
When the fire that lights your own,
Now flickers and have been blown,
For you let the foe outruns you,
Even drags you out from the rendezvous,
Staying passive at the battlefield,
Concludes the reason you cannot yield.
Pessimist to conquer the world,
Brings you down to the underworld,
But the One who burn you inside,
Grabs your hand and replied,
"Remember dear you are my son,
I'll be here for you until it's done".
Then the thought of you reminds,
That nothing can separate the bind.