Thoughts aught to our way my human doubts
To find the courage to let go my faults
Those that I do against what I was taught
It\’s hard to tell it out but finally I get caught
How often do I ignore consciousness
Creating a little bit of suspense
What else could help if not keen observance
Giving my self a chance to be free for ones
I desire at least an acre
Definitely not to rare a man eater
Even at a glance if my haters
All that matters is my precious matters
For every word I utter
Is directed to my hopes at the alter
I don\’t wish for ashes
All that I hope for is prizes
I don\’t mind about the sizes
As long as I achieve them at the best of my ages
Living by leaving negatives behind
Enables me live by what I abide
Life becomes a bearer of a beatitude
Blessedness a profitable trade
It is a just but a dance to the music of my thoughts.
@IreneKirung\’e
