Those things..

Man’s work is to break inability,
To achieve it or not is destiny.

A lonely cloud in summer blue,
A drop of love breaks hate through and through.

If our hearts were so dead,
Then our wounds wouldn’t have bled.

A two sided coin,
Agnostic we try to pinpoint.

From dead grounds,
Life springs-suddenly unwound.

Hope the water of a pale grass,
Life, the essence that never goes farce.

Fear, what lies behind the door,
Will we lose what we adore?

Faith, knowing the sky is infinite,
And that the waves have always been beneath.

Wishes, cuticles of our past,
Nothing, which we feel is crass.

Instinct, we wake up everyday,
Knowing, there are stars beyond the Gray.

Love, the heart does race,
When I see your face.

Ways, the rocks do stand still,
Myriad, we flow or climb them with our will.

Will, the strength within,
The confidence when we begin.

Man's work is to break inability,
To achieve it or not is destiny.