What a well designed structure,
Specifically for a purpose to assure,
Embedded with full privileges
Without a positive limit edges;
Uglily break down in reproach
Like a player without being coached.

What an endowment with a speciality;
This is our true undisputed identity,
Where we easily get some applause,
Desperate dependants wait to also have a use.
Still that same fire I feel so calm like a still water;
What a taboo in the eyes of a refiner.

Due to nonchalant steps to greater level;
I'd carefully put all the blame on devil,
Beating myself up countless time to aim higher;
Or childishness feelings in my making process;
Places this storming block on my progress.

Always terrified knowing how powerful I am to claim,
Failure in awakening abolished completely that aim,
Living in the abundance of grace;
However, still have the grace disgraced.
Others believe I can do more than this,
How can this be when I don't have my peace?

Who would have thought our secretes labour
Could become our opened odour?
I can feel my death even before the nigh,
No more strength aiming to that very height,
I can now experience a product so admired
At it's estimated period being expired.