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Wednesday, 19 September 2012


I had a dream
That I would be great
How......When......I do not know.

The road is rough
It’s like a “great wall”
As I climb, I fall.

The “battle field” called “life”
Is very fierce
Many have fallen.

As I struggle to get over
"The wall of silence"
I feel a magical hand
Pulling me down.

When I look down
I see many “faces fell”
"Their faces are pictures"
They are marred by dust
Sored with blood
They have fallen!!!

When I look up
I see an unending wall
Yet to be climbed.

The more I conquer force
Harder it gets
Deux ex-machina where art thou??
This wall I must get over.

Though, I was not born great
No one to make me great
Greatness I must achieve.

© June 8, 2009.

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