Unleash yourself from the cluster of mind games;
games that target you to deviate from your aim.
Care to encounter a vision concealed by your adaptation?
If yes, then secretly close your eyes to witness a parade of spectacle photoplay production.
You assert to quote that you fail to see anything except the dark,
feeling disoriented in the shadows, you espy an escape to crawl afar from the entrap.
Psyched up, while moving forward you find hope in beholding a trace of light,
streaming further, do you recognize that the light indicates the end of your plight?
Breaking away from the cuffs to unshackle a frame stocked with bouquets so bright,
hinting you to embrace radiance over twilight in the closing fight.
Cherish the tiara adorning the noble pride,
in times of discord, your morals shall stance as protocols on which you shall abide.
Unleash your mind to ardently follow a commit,
a vow that not a soul can oscillate you without your permit!