Here I arrive,
I that can`t but offend in words,
Here they arrive.
In their criticism, my flaws arrive.
All at once my motionless motive convoked..
The steps I make provoked..
My actions and inactions invoked..
My intelligence and humility faintedly call
My trust and hope rejectedly fall
My guilty patience and perfection roar
My aspirations and dreams linger to soar
My white garment portrays a measure of stains
My crave for perfection stalked in unmovable trains
Alas, a reason we all have to bath in rains
