To the Prisoners of Past
I challenge you all, to confront your fear.
That you all are carrying from the childhood tears.
Those tears that made you suffer,
from the labored ease of lost forever.
You had been defeated and you afraid, you will be.
But ever you are defeated only from thee.
Never you challenged your fate to change your destiny,
but fate also knows, it’s in the hands of thee.
Few are those who follow the Frost.
And others are those who are lost,
in the glories of past which costs nothing,
which now needs a arduous erasing.
Past devours you, leaving no footprints.
Hinders you, giving no hints.
Better to keep it on the mast,
or, you all are welcomed in the prison of past.