It? not getting later,

there? no common place,

and everything? taken.

With these expectations,

of getting this right,

who could avoid failure.

With hands tied behind my back,

I stand helpless waiting.

Confined to this breaking point,

I don? stand alone.

How have I forgotten,

the source of control,

my first inspiration.

When trying to take on,

this life obstacle,

I need to remember.