Always do I fear what if I entirely forget in the churn of chores
The very things those to my heart were dear.
What if the Life makes my soul so accustomed to it’s vice;
That the words of my own inner voice I do not hear.
What if going by majority I cease to look
Probably even doubt the beliefs, I held so near.
Who will, if I, myself fails to care
I know; none will help overcome this, unless I Dare.