Those who want to feel power
get lost in the claws of temptation,
their deeds are never justified
for it is themselves their own justification,
their self imposing fear
becomes their route to damnation.
Power as greed torture the soul
until there is no more left of it,
regret takes stronger steps toward vacuity
until the soul is renewed from its dread.
No one is free from the bond
you have to nature,
being it beyond your touch,
you dwell in confusion
trying to be who you already are.
If the so tough resistance of our fears
would surrender to the greatness of nature,
could we live beyond our sorrow?