It is a vicious cycle,

Between wanting the Restraint to dissolve,

And restraining the Want,

Between building to yet again destroying the Resolve.

It is a strange irony,

One that I would love to discern,

With Constraint yearning,

To curb the Yearn.

It is a long struggle,

Where Craving and Control fight for the reign,

while we don't realize that in the inevitable end,

It will all be in vain.

Just when our eyes get accustomed to see in the dark that we have been kept in,

Truth comes forth with a bright torch, blinding all our built up faith into oblivion.

Even though there are blankets of lies around our form,

they make us feel safe and keep us warm,

Truth rips them all apart, leaving us bare,

And thus, truth seems really unfair.

So even though Truth is simple and plain,

And more often than not, only causes pain,

It is something that a lie can never be for sure,

It is powerful, complete and pure.

Somewhere between,

Learning to treat her ugly wounds

As battle scars,

Turning her bubbling hope

Into boundless faith,

Convincing herself that she would make it,

To actually making it;

With her Pride intact,

Her Lifetime passed.