On the way to yourself is some hesitation
You know what it means for you this status
Never had the measure of indicisiveness
Concealed in the prison of weaknesses
On the way to yourself you seized by dread
You try to escape from surrounding facts
Reflect on nothing’s bright and dark concept
That’s your slip from nearness’ seriousness
On the way to yourself
You don’t suffer on insults more
You give in to oppress you to the ground
You allow them to force you their view
To tread you with words to the mud and dirt
On the way to yourself
You wage war on suppressed sentiments
It could be an intolerance
To take triffles amiss
Unimportant novelties
Which annoy your spirit so much
In worthless dissolving
Uneless promises
On the way to yourself you implore for help
And the assistance you see in a contest
Essay with words to subdue cruel reality
Which was deformed by the same words formerly