Making us sweat.
Tossing our sanity left and right.
Blowing us hot and cold.
Thrusting us deep into the abyss.
Testing our strengths and limits.
Pushing us into irrationality.
Waiting for our mortal mind to break off its soundness.
Not letting the internal war between what is and what ought to be spoil my blissful present.
Not falling prey to looming paranoia.
Not letting regret sweep over me.
Not breaking like a twig though my thoughts exert pressure.
Not letting the moment of life be jailed by fear.
Not letting doubt change my wishes.
But I shall not bow.