Of
wanting nothing
But the
very best
For all
the rest
Yet be
happy
With a
humble me
No pride
and no glory
Of
fulfilling wishes
Of the
lost souls
And near
ones
Yet be
content
With just
a few dreams
For me to
conquer
Of aching
desires
Futility
of pursuing
Frustrations
ensuing
Yet be
hopeful
Of all
things good
To bear
good fruits
Of the underlying
meaning
Life
hides within
Masks
upon masks
Yet be
reminded
Every once
in a while
Everything
can be broken
