Not to touch the goals in reach,

not to feel the pain so deep,

not to see the view so rare,

avoids the truths beset by dare.

Not to heal the hurt inside,

not to put the fight aside,

not to park the hate so real,

allows the lies to gently steal.

Not to push away the fears,

not to stop the wasted tears,

not to change the things you can,

is misuse of life, a wasted plan.