Fearless Lines

 Do not hang your pen when your ink is still bleeding, do not force yourself to write a book when your muse seeks to be a poet. Don't stop the guitar strings when your song is still being played, don't throw away the drum sticks when your hands can't stop beating it. Don't substitute your cast for a role that you do not fit,  Do not compromise your quote when your stanza seeks completion. In all, do not force yourself to be who or what you're not to loose who you really are. If you miss the flow, try again till you reach your gains. 

 The level of your wisdom in life is not a measure of your knowledge towards that which you want to do, but is a reflection of the level of your understanding towards the knowledge you possess. 

I To the father who knew me before he formed me,  To him who named me after he found me,  My homage I shall pay to you.  II To the father who gave me his words and commandments Just to aid my daily living.  To him who fed me, clothed me, and gave me shelter. Your Eulogies I shall render.  III To the father who colors my efforts and covers my errors,  To him who made me perfect even when perfection is against humanity.  To the father who taught me the difference between right and wrong,  In your court, I shall reign forever.  IV To the father who made me realize,  That there's nothing for me to gain,  If I walk in the counsel of the ungodly,  If I stand in the ways of the sinner,  Or sit in the seat of the scornful V But if I can follow his words,  And obey his commands,  I will be among the chosen generation,  A Royal priesthood,  An holy nation,  A peculiar people.  VI That father is the one ...

 It may take an hour to like someone and a day to love someone, but life will always require the least version of the two to hate someone. 

  I As I got stucked on a crossroad, Like a writer whose muse melt off. There a need to find another route, And not to end up in chords of treadmill racing all night. II I pulled over my legs, With my hazard light of hopes high, And sigh hoping for a miracle to cross by. Started pacing at the rear side of the road, Counting my scores, counting my fears, As the brightness of the day dims. III Like the tune of R Kelly on prayer changes things, So I saw the light coming from a far, Pulled over just to be my compass, my guide. Thus, my direction he showed me. Proving to me that only in the grave is where hopes are buried. IV Humanity and relationship on tightrope, Whirlwind railing on our sails, What exactly is the price to save this LOVE? When we feel rejected after a hunch of argument, Chastised with hatred and deceit from foes, Yet in a world of our own. VI But in the lyrics of Alessia Cara, God sent an angel to make me know, That there will always be shades of beauty in every scars...

 That you force yourself to run when you should walk does not mean you've escaped the fall, you only exchange the phase, soon you will come back to crawl when you should fly. No phase of life will be ignored,  there's always an appropriate time for everything, follow the pattern and you will have a lantern to tread the darkest path, boycott the norm, and you will languish in darkness even in the realms of light.  © Fearless Lines