How I talk to self when my search for cure of death fails…

Hate the joy of happiness

Incline to perfection

Receiving love is rare

Give away the peace you achieve

More to life

Than mere words

Happiness surrounds

Beyond the weak

Establish rare phenomenon

Reach out to open stars

Let there be storm

If it enables you to win over

Caring is a fresh start

Make the most use of peak

Come establish peace

I have culture

I have affinity

To even dust

Making most of stars

Sleeping up high

In the sky

Far from the hour of dispute

Is the joy that climbs

Up high

This is life

This applies

Mistaken by prosperity

I reach new heights

In the mind

That occupies

Peace

Good will

And charm

Of world again

Happiness -

The instinct of the great

Come establish thought

Real is some other way

Caught

Make the most of efficiency

Build upon it

Build into it

Rare circumstance of defeat

Teaches me now

Nothing about my limits

I am occupied in mind

I can blame even the sky

In right spirit

Of invention

And goal

All set for human role

Al