Despite facing a death sentence, why don't I feel sadness?
I wake up every morning after facing the intense debilitating night in madness,
Waking up without anxiety or fear of my plight I don't gripe
I feel a cranky fadness,
In my default mode of happiness,
I don't dread discouraging words, because they are tripe.
As I swam the seas in the pouring rain
Soaking up the magic
Feeling ecstatic
Without complain
With waves of thought filling and lighting up my brain
Rain or shine without dwaddle or delay
Traversed the wonderful illuminated journey
Where there is no kindness, no mercy
Cherishing my fragile life
Walking with an erect head
Never stooping and honoring my self-respect
Walking holding mum's hand
Here I stand
I will never fall
As I stand tall
While demons and monsters
Of fairy tale
Condemn and assail
Fraudsters and imposters
We conquer
Those who amp up our strife
We don't feel dread
Taking out the sword shining in the sunlight
Forging ahead
We fight
We don't quit or stop what we are performing
It's heartwarming how without mourning
We carry on
Finding it difficult to forgive
Their shortcomings and faults
The forces of evil with defiance and mortality
Can't wait to immobilize us
Hollow minds with high utterance
Disdainful comment
By insensate people
With mind shut like a clam
Who shall vamoose into netherland
Will be swept into shadowland
Engulfed in determination life goes on
Those who adapt to change blend into the cosmos
Slowly fade away
Don't trip or go astray
In a cyclic pattern of life and death
Are the principles of the heavens
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