Where is the devil
the one that pulls me in the spirit
the hidden contour lining the wall
converging with the identity
cutting through the serenity
in my head, heart and soul
Of what does the evil originate
the question emerges from the phantoms of my mind
and it's as real as insecurity
the shadows of which leap at the path
which in combination
are a potion for miserables
Have faith, I tell myself
the journey is long
and the curves are a part of life
there goes a saying
the belief is important than the ability
as for the ability to prosper
the belief is the catalyst
Hold on, I tell myself
but not too tight
for sometimes we slip
into the just perfect small place
the one we can call our own
I read somewhere
when ability meets opportunity
the success lies there
It will surely come, I assure myself!
And I remember the words by Robert Frost: "And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep"
