So many times I've wasted,
Many days had gone by
Still I don't know which is drifted
In the valley of questions and unspoken lies.
At first I deem in the magic of words,
In tales and mysteries of the fathomable world,
But how could I still be; now that I rouse.
No one answered, even a single moan.
And now, oh now! I'm walking alone
Struggling for an answer; fighting for a horde!
'How long shall I take to finish this course?'
I can see it lucidly: the gist is unknown!
Still I stand with a grandeur dream
Strong and firm in the temple of kings.
With a shield and a sword that are built from within:
No one can ever take it away from Calvin.
-HAROLD PAZ, 2007