It is an irony that you gear up up for problems,
Only to have nothing to say when you encounter them.
When you are prepared to face the problems of life,
It is too late to articulate words.
That time is not in your heart to say,
But plunders your mind of what was wasted,
The lack of touch in all walks of life.
If man is to find meaning, it is out of none.
If man is to seek truth, it is what he grasps.
If a man is to find love, it is what he can’t grab.
The regret of what could have been dear to his heart,
Even though he owned none of it.
No worries of destiny betrothed on my lap,
Though I do not worry about the hardships of being taught.
The Crusade of my will to gain a heart, a soul, a mind.
I will forever looks where there isn’t.