Enclosed within this cubical,
I refused to witness the reality.
I developed wings to fly and strength to fight,
And only needed to channel my skills rightly.
But forgot to unlock the doors of my mind,
Rather, I lacked faith that I could explore too.
My mind, a tesseract, never let my thoughts flow,
From the walls of the smaller cube to the larger one.
Ideas of the ones who depicted success inspired me,
While I still felt, I lived a fruitless life.
The ones I believed would lead me to the light,
Had lost hope in destiny and gone astray.
I realised that I required a light source,
A power station to uplift me.
My tesseract halted before a lighthouse,
Which awaited its arrival as well!
Ray of light then beamed into the tesseract,
To awaken its internal source of light.
A source that led to the path of God,
Avid realisation and core actualisation.
The light overpowered the darkness,
And ‘night’ only implied a calmer half of the day.