It’s not getting later,
there’s no common place,
and everything’s taken.
With these expectations,
of getting this right,
who could avoid failure.
With hands tied behind my back,
I stand helpless waiting.
Confined to this breaking point,
I don’t stand alone.
How have I forgotten,
the source of control,
my first inspiration.
When trying to take on,
this life obstacle,
I need to remember.