And I face my own real self, Broken in an open world. My heart beats a groove of grief, Bleeding to God in a path of pain. Rhythms of anguish and desolation Move me into mournful consciousness. While I still believe in a better tomorrow, Anxiety is on its way to consume. And I face my own real self, Wounded in an open world. My eyes stare into one black hole, Seeing stationary state of affairs. A tragic life with unused obsessions Forming a torrential malevolence. While I'm still heading towards a light ahead, Apprehension is on its way to devour. But I am grateful knowing that I'm alive, And that I'm grateful to be here