Running a race of the unknown.
Filled with zeal of what seems imaginary.
Making fear the motivation that i’ve never shown.
In this game of uncertainty that seems furry
Hope one day the walls won’t just collapse
For every moment of my days i’ve laboured relentlessly
And this long haul willbe a waste and my moment elapse.
For all my days i’ve toiled and waiting patiently.
What if there is nothing called tomorrow?
Will my bitter sweat dry away with no good?
Now, when the good days comes what have i got to show?
Tales have thought me victory lies in book
Waiting for the day i will look and smile
at how far i have trod victory mile


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