My blessings

My blessings

Guts! Always there has to be to start for a new world, for a beginning anew.

Your own Utopia based not on sand dunes, Not meant to be broken for no second

Have guts to rebuild it if broken nonetheless, for you

Make it, to your fill, on your own

Then follow Responsibilities, let 

It be your good companion but that sand dunes

Ordain it, make your strong root none but your Ideals..."Truth is what The knowledge is!"

Let lies get wings against you

Let it fly around, not you but the gust

Is there too to play its role, to get them away

Always, moments are there to judge you, to get you purified, to get you burnt to get you shine anew.

Go forward, go after truth

blessings are always there in the morning dew.