He keeps my feet not to stumble

this is not a cosmic game of cat and mouse,

i have not been thown here like a prisoner into a gladiators' pit.

God didn't send me here to see if by chance i would ever make it back;

He keeps my feet not to stumble

i do not wish to be my yesterday

I do not live from glory to glory;
I live from hindsight to failure.

I do not leap from mountaintop to mountaintop;
I walk in the valleys--trying to skirt the shadows.

I am sometimes always tired and always bored...
I am a frustration that strives to contradict my nature.