All you wish to do in the future are now long past.
The today’s task left undone.
Moods aren’t steady, can’t tell which you’re right now.
Still ahead you forge on like one without bearing; unfocused.
But the returns you get are relieving and most successful than if you laid hands to make it work.
What a strange formation irrespective of the sound training and background,
For friends battle to aim your worth as you’re aimlessly wandering about.
To remain as you’re isn’t enough and the future is still bleak.
Despite the Struggle to make yourself work, the heightened damage of results’ wrought.
Slowly but gradually you urge on, with a motivation backed by a ghostly face.
You strive to improve your worth, only to be shocked with the downfall number of Friends and Mentors.
A lonely world you remain, afraid if you’ll be imprisoned or bound free.
All the source of your strength is wasting away in lost discovery of empty victory:
Prayer, Research, Food and the rest-
Gone to the search of self-rediscovery.
Yet again a blow of irrecoverable shock sizzles you,
As friends silently steals your success away.
They come as though they seek for help
And leave you twice as worse as you were.
Innocently you believe they came to visit,
Erroneously is the defeat you face in a sudden speed of time.
Regrouping seems hard for such retreat,
A monks’ life is the journey you sojourn
Hoping to gather strength to build your success;
Behold God is away seems to be the dawned foresight.
Onyeador Anthony with compliments and regards from Uniquely Mustered