I let my feelings fly away,
words on paper are just records,
a camera is just a cage.
My voice does not make an ordinary noise,
I sweep with a torch dirty closets,
truth always comes out.
Transcending ain’t for the faint hearted,
cowards stick to comfort.
Selfishness leads to imaginary enemies.
We need cohort relations,
our actions speak louder in masses.
As long our souls are embedded on those courses,
it means we are going in the right direction,
there is no great or good mission without a destination.
I spill my heart my sweat my soul in my work,
it is my job after all.
That’s how strongly determined I am to make the best out of it,
My calling!