Look at the darkest night and make yourself believe
You can’t proceed alone at least if something fails.
Your rosy dreams of flight on starry winter eve
May turn to thin balloons n rings in tricky chain
Of hope and misery
Like dope and vinery
The screams of savage might excite your selfish breath
In everlasting fight where you contend in vain
With unrewarding time,
With traps of sneaky fame,
With mirrors, devils, stains.
See, these are our advice-
Be more complete and wise -
Just change your 'I" with "WE".