How fortunate the one who cross path with authority
They stayed one day or for life they found opening
Sleep is sleep until woken by anxiety
Now the reality inched a closer to you
For you to be in one place not their desire
For sure your desires want to keep you even below
A stick is needed to break the stubbornness of donkey
But stick made him to reach his destination and provision
You can be told but what benefit if you do not taste
Both bitter and sweet
At the end all the same
The taste that makes you fear, the taste that makes you rejoice
But be always in need for the authority
Keep your ears in line with their waves
Your heart focused on their heart
And your mind you have to abandon
