Art of Living

1

Time and time I wake up again,

To find myself where I began.

Lying ahead are new roads to seek,

Nonetheless I choose what make me weak.

At the end of the road, I wish to see light,

But all I find is gloom and blight.

Alone I stand in the desert of my mind,

Driven by misery which made me blind.

Swallowing my pride I prayed for help,

Never once did I utter a yelp.

Hustling past the voids filled with guilt,

I forged my mind up to the hilt.

At last I reached wherein the journey embarked,

Making amends to set a mark.

Stronger I got to choose what is right,

Striding forward to reach new heights.