• But I shall do what I think best, as how I feel,
    How I know I want to feel.
    And how I know I want others to feel -
    How it feels for others to feel what I feel.

    Who can trust this?
    Who can feel this?
    Who has seen its colour?

    But I would push cause to argue
    That to act upon what you feel near
    As just to deceive yourself and others.
    For in as much, perhaps, we are more truthful
    To what we do than what we say or mean.

    Therefore:

    I feel sometimes,
    That the truth never is
    When contradicted and misaligned...
    That the only way to move on
    Is to sensibly forgive transgretions.
    That people cannot be fully helped
    Until they see things for themselves.

    I feel sometimes,
    That in talking, No one listens...
    That flies go blind
    When they smell potpourri;
    The winds calls my name
    Expecting my desperate pursuit.

    I feel sometimes,
    That the more I become patient,
    The more prayerful I must become...
    The more I pray,
    The more patience must be ready.
    Wounds cut deep by atomic molecules
    Are the ones unnoticed by others.
    People who claim sincerity should
    Often match their mouth with their step.

    I feel sometimes, that life is pass or fail
    Offering plenty of cheats with only one correct solution...
    That friends are the near the best blessing,
    Although they aren't always dependable.
    Those you care for the most
    Unintentionally make plans to hurt you.
    I face a trial in a foreign land
    With only a glimmer of light to guard me.

    I feel sometimes,
    No matter what I say or do
    I cannot prevent destruction;
    You could bleed every moment
    A word proceeded your mouth,
    And no one would even care to take notice
    (Though Good News, let me bleed forever).

    So things matter not.
    Whether 'twas,
    Whether 'tis, matters not.
    Nothing matters, but that all these 'feelings'
    Be aligned with the purpose.

    Inasmuch, I hope you can forgive me
    In as much as I have forgiven;
    In as much as I have been forgiven.
    The words I speak, they shall not change;
    They shall not augment nor diminish.
    No sorrow from you eyes, nor regret from your lips.

    Live life without regret.

    For though I feel sometimes
    Uselessly unimportant, albeit:
    Honor, loyalty, family, friendship, and sacrement
    All the while worth
    Every second to have been so.