All this happened, just don’t know when,
But ever since that, I have always been,
A vigilant guardian in shining armour,
Blissfull, cool and much more calmer.
As history is bound to repeat itself,
My armour protects me from myself,
Ever so often in it’s vigorous gloom,
Blinding all eternal doom.
Because thoughts and things won’t pull me back,
Or remind me of the things I lack,
It will remind me of my dreams,
It reminds me of my memories.
Hiding away has nothing wrong,
Because shielding myself will make me strong,
So I go out in the woods, as wild as I can be,
Because I know my armour will protect me.
(c) Mitul Magu
19th March 2013
