At last, the are back
 All covered in debt!

 We were in a journey,
 A journey into the nooks and crannies

 Tracing the shadows
 Of earthly mirage and pleasures.

 Now we come back home,
 But It's but too late
 For our shells are no more.

 Now we seek refuge like aliens.

 Our seeming own now repels us
 Like the ocean currents onto a trash,

 Now we return home:
 Trying to build the possible impossibilities

 Forcing the horses to drink
 From the sea of our sin

 Forcing the snails to stick to trees in autumn

 All being but vanity, impossibilities;

 A ticket to calamity!
 To those left undone take note,
 For we have seen something.

 Now the voices of men
 Who dared not cross our parts

 I hear from within saying:

 "Where were you when men were men?''

 THERE IS NO SHORTCUT TO GREATNESS.

#NEXT_LEVEL
#HAPPY_CONVOCATION_TO_ME