The Riddle

The path in which I walk

Is my way of talk.

Battles and struggles,

Meet the light at the end of the tunnel.

Nothing lasts forever,

Each moment I do endeavor.

Think of the better,

Over the worst,

Just like water to quench your thirst.

I stride to override

How I feel inside.

But I can’t hide what’s already hidden.

We die in this life of non-fiction.

No tricks up my sleeve,

To get what I need,

I write a creed to which I believe

Is my key to succeed.