I’ve never stopped searching,
For the virtuous path.
Even sometimes when it’s hard,
To even bring oneself to laugh.
I stumble and I fall,
No matter what I do.
Yet this force lives on inside,
Always lifting me to fight anew.
And sometimes when I fall,
Will I make the same mistakes.
The illusions that I make,
Hard to see even when they’re fake.
But no matter what happens,
Even if I’m kissed by pride,
Will I always stumble back to,
The seek of virtue deep inside.