Amidst the falling thermosphere,
the winds rage like a poisonous fire,
as the abstract night dwindles to naught,
my heart is plagued by an unknown fear.
Will life\'s path be paved in clarity,
or will my conflict of pride and glory culminate?
I ponder these thoughts, talking to myself,
wiping my ears of disaster, tasting its bitter reality.
I vow to be vigilant against dishonest policies,
no hesitation, no protest, like a moving car, I carry on.
Like a young body filled with curiosity,
every aperture in me yearns to grow and learn.
Even as the banyan tree of love gradually fades,
I know that the humble spring wind will continue to blow,
and with it, the hope of a better tomorrow,
as I journey on, bravely facing life\'s ebbs and flows.