Orbit's Convention
Orbit's Convention
Before I begin,
I know to the land of faith,
Some believed to be good;
Yet marked a state of doubt.
I sail through my thoughts,
Some leave me confused;
Some keep me enlightened.
I strike a balance, to keep;
My thinking a practice.
By with my orbit’s convention,
I play around; with my brains;
And the things I think about.
The more concentration I try to gain,
Slightest part of trials is still a vain.
Brings my incision to depth,
Building a willingness to hold.
Up again, I embark, a journey;
An orbit to regard,
Tenacious by the guild,
A brain map to discover.