Never too late...

I’ve learned how to cry because of pain

Learnt how to breathe and sigh because I’m out of air

Sanity becomes vanity; emptiness concealed selfishness

Spilling fiery words like cutting myself with a sword

I’ve learned how to dance to the unsound music

Learnt the steps and artfulness to sway and swing without regret

Clarity of consciousness disrupted the unruly melody

The dance, the music and the melody are full of dishonesty

Do I need a mirror? Do I need a companion?

Or should I trust my ego who led me astray, and caused others dismay?

A sane and saintly people could bring forth consolation

But in finality it is I who need to rebound, get up and give more.

It’s never too late…If I do it in faith.