Confrontations of Self

I will never bow to me.

I will always use my own subjective fallacies

that may or not be of use to my tools that loves you but not me.

Yes to my misery,

Yes to all past and present turmoil of what pained did.

I did not survived for I lived throughout all of it.

Optimism and Negativity would be my coin as long as my feet can carry me.

What government of my understanding of a philosophy

fathoms a faith of my own.

When do I need to be penitent and see to it,

I can get up from those who keeps me down.

Where no one can give me what I need,

Only to have willingness and persistence is a blessing.

Then only when of where it can begin,

nor end of my love,

for mine or yours,

only to an incorruptible idea.

An idea that endures and will always be.

That will not,

can not,

be put out.

Only to light every corner

Of what dank, desolate dungeon that one can be in.

To what end of all beginnings,

Life starts and will never stop,

not unless one is weak enough to admit,

"I am human after all."