Everything

When the darkness is prevailing
I do await the lights of morning
When the words are not coming
I seek solace in deep breathing
Whenever no good is happening
I await the good things coming
Whenever the stakes seem high
I could try seeing them lowering
Even without their actual arrivals
I can see things my way coming
There’re no people forgotten me
I can think of them remembering
I hardly matter for anyone, sure
Yet many consider me everything
Whatever I achieved or did here
I owe it to others for everything