They are like small fleeting joys, like a harmless treat that will soon anchor tightly on both your daily routines, both heart and feet
We cradle to these small comforts both small and sweet kinds, until you believe them like your fine conceit
These are like webs with strands so thin, addictions that grow from ways where they begin until you barely get away without them...
Now, we call them as your simple daily needs, thinking that your day wouldn’t go well, would fail until your soul bleeds
Your courage to be bold ad your planning depends on these small comfort’s gaze, until you feed them with imaginary thoughts
These courage thrives in most tested seas, not your kind of tranquil waves or your idle breeze, it needs the storms or kind of trial ground that shapes your mind into such mode of seeking...
Where your courage falters and its voice grows still, extinguished your kind of will, to achieve greatness, treasure or even fame
The world is loud, claiming different kind of glimmers within those quiet fleeting acclaim that rises even win those boldest, darkest night of your peaceful mind
Where your soul ascends, it disdains what petty wealth claims, or to what too much greed attains...
Those trials they face are the joys that shape greatness, hard-won comfort, identifying them one-by-one
As the whisper pleads, “Just this once”, those harmless cravings that your your heart bow down to, are fleeting pleasures like harmless thrill
You’ll soon bend to these addictions with the strongest will, one time sip, one time taste, more fleeting scroll...
These small habits grow, they claim your ability to say “NO”, both your strength and your focus is given up by their labels
These kind of harmless morphs chains you like they are unseen, unnoticeable, until we wonder how and when do we even started
A strength that clears our cluttered mind, we became curious again, choosing restraint to find the courage again to just step away- claim our freedom back again, starting a bright new day with purpose regained, strengthened and unrestrained...
we hear this call, both soft and true
A path that awaits us, a life renewed
This glory fades, those charm is past due
A beacon shining, from the greatness of our soul
