Voices under the Sun 陽光下的聲音

DOUBT

How am I to know

that I’m worthy as predicted

with all the streetlights dimmed

from my journey uphill?

To whom shall I pledge

my need to reach the end?

Am I obliged, is it fair,

that I be judged by none?

Or maybe I deserve

a drop of bitter wine,

to taste alone, be flattered,

dizzy with an answer?

Or perhaps to toe the line,

struggling for a lie

eternal as a smile

is to breathe in glory?

Then to suffocate,

this, at last I’m willing.

Just to give it a go

so I will never know.

(Image: 14 reasons to never doubt yourself, LuxEcoLiving)