Will it do me justice turning away, leaving everything aside?
Do I question these things, these reasons for turning away?
So each moment compels these ideals and virtues in my mind
Being on an edge of space and time looking aside,
Twisted as these devotions of yearning do not fade, I must go on
Fields blazing with dreams I focus on my needs and virtues,
Steadfast even when weary from ill, gotten struggles of life.
Carried by these dreams, across endless oceans of pure light
Alive, feeling an endless calmness suspended in this light.
