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Believing something is troublesome. But you thrive on trust, hope, faith or information. This is what it means to be human. In the poem below, I try to describe my ideas regarding this concept. Also, you should check the validity of my statements with objectivity. Because we live in this era of truth obscurity. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this poem and the full text that follows it. i Believe, but with the Precautions i BELIEVE in myself ... i BELIEVE in thyself ...

So, I am trying to get out of my bed. And the world outside that window made me write something like this. Now, I hope you enjoy this amateur poetry. Poem: Morning Musicals I cannot see the sky, Clouds have gathered, In great numbers, Above my head. Birds are chirping, Taps are running, I am awake, But in my bed. Should I sing now? Or just return? To my slumber? Should I walk now? Or wait now? Rest a little longer? Let the day pass by, Should I? Let the upcoming ideas cry, Should I? Exploring the Ideas Symbolized in This Poem Photo by Senne Gilis on Unsplash . As with the case of most people, I was hardly restarted from my sleep mode. On the bed, you could choose to stare at the ceiling, hide under the blanket, or use the head pillow like a handkerchief. Even without looking outside the window, you could tell the amount of the sun-rays, actually doing a superhero landing on Earth. At ...