Vouch

I talk as if I have all the options in the world

As if water runs through all over the air

Like the mass has no power over the float

And flow has some destined path

Leading towards the chamber filled with liberties.

Eventhough droplets has no definite shape and sizes

I feel like as if I am demeaned and diminished

For possessing the wave and the natural current.

Despite without overbearing feisty altitude

That I am running with, my pace has been

Compared with that of demons made of glasses

Ready to be shattered and also on the verge

Of hurting everyone would be broken pieces of mine.

Sometimes my deeds might have gotten my downfall enacted

And my council seemed quite novice and entertainingly fallacious

But deep within there’s a voice ready to vouch for me

And entice the deserving invincible supremacy.