In a world where no one can buy happiness.
A place where you need to mind your own business.
A place where infinity seems less without content.
A land where nothing is persistent.
Before everything gets lost.
Embrace every little thing that you've got.

Things will get worse,things will get better
The only thing that'd matter
Is how you reacted to each condition.
Whether you gave up or kept deadlocked your ambition.
Embrace the things you learned from each situation.

People can hurt you at times.
You'd get tired of praying and singing the hymns.
In an ocean of self-belief you would dive.
And believing in yourself would be your only means to survive.
Embrace this faith,that is keeping you alive.

The world will find some flaws in you.
Teach their ways and laws to you.
Will tell you when to speak and when to keep your mouth shut,
Will tell you to be flawless, but
Being an absolute perfect is bizarre.
Embrace the glorious mess you are.

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This poem is dedicated to OwainGlyn