Days of mental captivity

Every sorrow has a bit of revenge,
Like the rests of my work hand.
Tired of chasing the happily end,
On the days of mental captivity.
When my eyes can barely see,
The happily end has to be.

But strong, i still chasing,
The hapiness designated to me.
With pacience, i'm still growing,
The love that you cant see.
But i’m sure you will see.
Like a boat when found in the sea.

Jabuti Master