Metallost metaphore

finding something among the bushes
of thorn and pain and suffering
a denial of something you never desire
a refuge or rebel against a command of dictator

this pain, that sucks every brain of sane human,
pushing us to the very limit,
like a liquid metal riding in the veins,
like a string tied to a free bird,

oh dear body and brain,
seek sanctuary from the only one almighty,
return and revert the hatred for something better
cause only he who knows the antidote of such pain,

as the task is nearer,
the gasp and beat and thump is louder,
watch out for the aims unclear,
cause you will be there,
slow but sure.

believe, and you can do it,
as the japanese used to say,
Ganbatte!