I was antagonizing this obscurity 

To obtain my destiny

It was sometimes sporadically mediocre

Unjust and preferential

And to keep myself sagarious

It had aggregated too much tears

Tore apart my sanity 

And suppressed my dignity

The point of convergence can never alter the truth

Nor deny the consequences

It is cosmological  

An enigma to reality

Unanticipatedly, it bestowed a determination

Appeared on my subconsciousness and kept on affirming

That this; that I once called, obscurity

Is now unequivocal and certain