I done it again,
Another long await.
wind on the horizon.
Another Autumn passed.
Look back at my life,
Still zero achievement.
This track is too slow,
Can we skip the channel?
That one song on the radio,
That new artist, Ghost.
Windows open, rains pouring.
Awoke from my dream,
These wet rhymes needs exploring...
The process is too slow
time flies too fast,
Yet im still short on Dough.
50k on my race line
Can i really do it?
Put the revolver across my face
Lets play some russian roulletes...
pull it.
Im tired of running,
I dont wana cross my arms any longer....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
There is no need to give up when there are untaped potentials around you. Remember there is yet hope for a cut down tree. After a while, it will blossom again. Never pull the revolver yet, there great things ahead. Be optimistic. Pls take time to read my poems and comment