"Under the bludgeonings of chance

My head is bloody, but unbowed"

There are countless ways to enrage

To give in to despair

There are endless ways to forsake

And have a curse

There are myriad forms to cherish life

Veiled and concealed

Deep down beneath your despair

Yearning to breathe

In the end you have to decide

What to think and to feel

In thе end you have to decidе

To bear a grudge

Or shine a light

The fragility of life Is crushing you

Mortality and finitude

Are changing you

There are countless ways to loathe

To revel in bitterness

There are countless ways to lose heart

And indulge in grief

There are myriad forms to cherish life

Veiled and concealed

Deep down beneath your despair

Yearning to breathe

In the end you have to decide

What to think and to feel

In the end you have to decide

To bear a grudge

Or shine a light

"I am the master of my fate

I am the captain of my soul"

"And yet the menace of the years

Finds and shall find me unafraid"

"I am the master

I am the master (of my fate)"

*Quotations from the poem Invictus by William Ernest Henley