courtesy

As I throw
A blow
In the space,
It makes
The space
To ask,
what is wrong,
With this soul.
Though,
The space
Is so much sold,
To me,
To exercise,
my blow.
However,
It question
My soul,
For wanting
Too much
At the same time.
As it may seem,
I owe...
To the space
Some sort of sanity,
That make...
The space
A suitable place.
Even though,
I may have..
So much skill
To offer,
To the space,
It is necessary
I spend it wisely,
So that,
I won’t become,
Nuisance
To the space.