Karma Poem by Otis B. Kruah

Give the goal and rest,
Or fight with all your zest,
Until the final whistle blows,
An end to this vital quest.

Or choose only the nearest,
Fate that ensures a conquest,
Of the vast desert that swallows,
This fertile land from East to West.

Or move slowly the fastest
Keeping hidden even the bravest,
In the dark when it glows.
Muting the trumpet of the greatest

But don't dream a different Karma,
'Cuz life isn't a surprise ending drama

By: Otis B Kruah (Otiskos)