I'm not willing to go along with mediocrity. As I have had a look on beauty it is a logical consequence to keep on struggling with resignation. Keep on struggling 'caus of the dim ray behind the wall of shelter that is turning into a bright and shining gloss. Listening to the melody of life that is chanting in an optimistic voice:
There's a beautiful view.
From the top of the mountain.
Every morning I used to walk towards the edge
to throw little things off, but not anymore.
I can stay inside as it seems that I...