Our action defines our state of mind
Our direction tells others if we were blind
We're the only supporter of ourselves
We're the worst enemy of ourselves
To get us in the flow of tranquil harmony
or to trap ourself in the swamp of despair
The choice lies in the palms of our hands
Bear in mind that life never claimed to be fair
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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