I am sprinting on a Mobius strip
Placed beside an endless pit
The beginning, I do not recall
But the end, I fear a deep fall
Afar, I see a presence, a visage!
Is this hope, or an elusive mirage?
The shadow of my glorious past
Strolling towards a glittering mast
Many have believed it and fallen
But there are those who have risen
Some say, Faith is the unique key
But shares space with mind, the enemy
Thus begins, a war of two realms
A strong person will always stand firm
The most feared battle is the one within
And surviving it is no small win.
To sum it all,
I await fate’s call
And keep running the Mobius strip
With hope that it would rip
What it shall unfold
I will hold my breath and behold!