Analysis of Not of the gone, embark success alone.

It is the man who pretends to art
In the mind and in my heart.
He who from ruinous rooms, screams and pulls;
Insecurities, shame and failure he rules.

Mayn't I go and seek the place ever so left behind
For me, and only I love in mind.
Hard; the thought of the man
Of the darkest of alleys;the deepest of valleys I ran.

No! I shall see the light of the night:
For the truth is not far from a deviated desire.
One misunderstood, and misheard they are.
I shan't be stunned of success whuch is of my right

Dwell in the now and not of the gone;
Not of the fails, but of success alone.
The journey of the man for many a times taught me;
Overcome him and his arsenal, I let me be.

He and I, of the same roots, brothers akin.
Dwells he, I've seen, in the rooms of shame and trials,
Not me, I've been, in the glimpse of hope that goes on for miles.
Dwell in the now, and not of the gone;
Learn from the failures, embark success alone.