Realization is anything but beautification,

It all comes with a price more expensive than daily sacrifice,

Sick, standing at the edge,

Looking over feeling belly bulge,

Down below an end,

Is it my end?

Step forward and find out,

Whispers the voice of my out,

Stay and find out,

Whispers the voice against out,

Two perspectives, which to choose,

Whose the one that will win this war of woes,

As I write this now,

I know which one sits under the cow,

His voice low and pale,

As life’s milk pours over vale,

Life won out,

Now as I go out,

I tell you that I am happy.