There is this man
afflicted with mankind's oldest malady,
His ambitions and hopes are bound by inveterate chains of fear.
His adversaries are phantoms
He is routed by them in battlefields of mirages.
His ideas are murdered in the crippled womb that is his mind.
Unbeknownst to him, Fear spreads its venomous roots deeper and deeper.
He is oblivious to the Fear that is assiduously changing the entire course of his destiny.
His ideas wonder if they'll ever take flight,
His dreams long to bask in the annals of history.
Will their predicament change?
Not while he is ignorant of his most potent weapon,
The enchanted wand that establishes empires and topples kingdoms.
If he can subjugate his timid mind with his Will,
fear loses its meaning,
it wilts away.
he'll triumph over fear.
He'll become invincible,
He'll be born anew.
The Universe will tend to his desires.