I don’t believe in devotion, as it leads to foreseeing,
The things I want to be hidden from the world and me.
Some truths should be kept in a garden with blossoms,
Some under the trees as they don’t deserve attention.
In the bushes, if you go you’ll just get bruised,
Trying to escape will cause more havoc,
worshipping is a part of mental trauma and silence.
When you keep repeating things in your mind,
Striving would be more of a swindle.
Your fate can’t be determined if you don’t make,
Divining is beautiful yet,
Couldn’t uncover the mystery he creates.