بِسْمِ اللهِ الرَّحْمٰنِ الرَّحِيْمِ

whether bitter or sweet, destiny's still the path forward I'm seeking, as I approach each step, it's like bricks being laid, right beneath my feet, as slowly Tomorrow's made from today. there's plenty of times, I can't see an inch past the edge of my eyes, but trying to hold onto trust in my Creator, that from darkness of unknowns, His mercy always shines. my perception's so utterly limited, a blind man clamoring to slake his thirst, grasping for straws to reach a drink, but doesn't quite know where it is. still, sight is His to give to whom He wills; truly, after hardship there is ease, where all my Tomorrows hope they lead.