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In the gentle silence of the west, thought stalls,
An echo of joy, now a shadow that falls
I yearn for a miracle, to feel it once more,
As wild dogs still bark at my door
But life, it can't be lived in fear,
Fate and cruel loss won't hold us here
Though the end fuels rage, a new beginning stirs,
And in the dust, the sunshine endures
I cry alone where others sing,
I'm neither wise nor joy do I bring
Unfair comparisons steal my delight,
Crushing my soul, blurring my sight
My little life exposed in digital world,
In a place where human care is sold.
Full of sirens, weak painkillers' sting,
Burying my spirit, despair does cling.
I can't always win this endless race,
Unravelling slowly from illusions' embrace.
All I seek are quiet thoughts,
I care for myself, not what others have sought
I don't want opinions whispered of me,
Like autumn snow, thin and fleeting they be.
I need to touch wisdom, to feel its grace,
In rivers of words, in silence, in space.
Purity remains the goal I chase,
A pure heart, a brave spirit, a steady pace.
I am not invincible, but happiness I'll find,
For in the end, victories leave nothing behind.
Human existence is crowned by the true,
Only through sacrifice does life renew
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