My reality is my own in a way
I pause and forget what way or which day?
No hope against hoping I find
a little panacea for love and strife
which is my own device and will to climb
the mountain feet with a broad smile
Now I have to rest for someone else’s behest
There is love called divine and I only desire
the heart that’s beating like mine
I have in the end found a life above a lie
that were untold in the flight of stairs
upon the ground, my destiny is my own choice
and none so profound.