which is not with the world; but within,
I watched the sun rise and people shine,
the night so pleasant, the day so fine,
All seemed untouched from grief and worry,
away from the sins and in their glory,
The evils and bad inside of me,
is now all what I can see,
I wonder if I'm a bad person,
or my suppressed thoughts provoking me,
I don't want to hate myself, I don't want to feel ashamed,
from the imprisonment of vengeance, I urge to set myself free,
I wonder why it gets hard to choose,
Out of what is right and what tempts more,
I wonder how I get so audacious, yet I'm all afraid to lose,
Will try speaking to myself one day,
Will try fixing what is wrong,
Will try restoring my fortitude,
and I know I might take long,
Till then I guess, I am all set to begin,
As there is a constant war I fight everyday,
which is not with the world; but within











