Half-afraid, and yet eager,
To uncover what tomorrow will reveal,
What the future will bring,
You murmur possibilities. . . .
Burst out your feelings,
The future does not form itself,
It is you who creates your fortune or failure.
Giving up and losing hope,
Can offer you nothing but weak sympathy and tears,
Throughout, you soul is voicing- ‘Have Faith.’
Hold your own hand, lest you get lost,
In past remembrances- brooding,
Guide yourself down the long lanes of future,
Leaving behind your failure.