This cannot be possible, not fully.
Therefore, I stand firm with no need to make known.
There cannot be victory here.
The air of contentment covers me.
Pondering, can I ever know myself fully?
In hindsight I have always been surprised by changes, alterations.
The years teach us what the days cannot.
The victory is in the companionship with the unknown.
The mystery keeps us alive, crying to humble.
