One word says it all. Faith.
Will I stay on track when in doubt?
Or will I put my head down and turn about?
Will I continue to walk alone without fear?
Or will I lose hope and settle near?
Will I trust myself when no one else does?
Edison wasn’t supported, so was the story of Buddha’s.
Will I be able to wait or lose my patience?
Faith breaks majorly because of impatience.
Will I close my eyes to dream a new dream?
Or will one nightmare affect my every dream?
Will I count my broken pieces or put them back together?
Will I accept defeat one after the other?
Will I begin again, if I fail in the beginning?
Will I go ahead to see myself winning?
Will I complete my story or lose it after a few pages?
Will I die an ordinary man or live after death for ages?
It’s all in me to trust or misplace myself somewhere
It’s just my choice to look back or head somewhere.