Young was my age,
When i was cornered with choices,
It would gamble my future, yet i was blind,
Today, after years i set sail to find,
Where should i settle?
Where shall i rest?
What's is my path for the gate of success?

To chain a steth around my neck,
Scent of aspirine surrounds my space,
Sleep and beverage i always lack,
Struggle over death was mine to face.

Years might take to...