Absent from the present was my virtue
Liberation looked like a curfew.

As I was catching my breaths inside the tunnel
Unknowingly creating my miserable funnel.

What looked like immense high was a worst low
Dancing in a circus where else I could go.

But who knew I was chosen one just like you'all
There was a constant knock like a divine call.

Wisdom deprived me thought it was a wild storm
Who else would or could take a divine form?

Little did I know that I hit my rock bottom
Before snowball one has to become Autumn.

As my divine consciousness begins to flourish
"Who am I" is now of the nurturer...