Maintaining Oil Poem by Jim Cuyam

Doubt of fears, the beginning of knowledge
to know many possibles to be maybe happened
A count on choice, surpassesconfusions
but laying down your afraids will hold sticking still
with the voice of anxiety, you are hung from ground
to move straightly safe and sound

a knowledge of small thing, a need to understand
the chronicles of happenings where you were stunned
alongside with curiousity, you are to find the meaning
of what purpose of what you're doing

With the crowds of thoughts, you are abundant
and not less to raise again unlike anyone
but you, the owner of murmurs
so dont likely receive your own ugly rumors

A sand you clearly see, the uncountable heat of fails,
with your slippers of determination, still you are raised
as they are always under your feet
luck of burndens, luck of fears a sound of having an oiled gear.