Just a Lump of Soil

Neither you nor I
Have rights
To make this and this
With our might
Without even glancing
For the guides
Use it as a map
In achieving
Succession in life
As we are
Just a lump of soil

When thoughts comes
Got it tender enough
So not to
Judge those twice or thrice
Even if the instinct
Refusing to succumb
Try harder
Face the midst
So despair would gone
Before nothing we can see
Except for soils
As our ground and sky

Go ahead
Be refused
If you intend to
While the time
Take it turns
You will trust
Your own eyes
About the promise
On the hereafter