Literature Of Moving Mountains Poem by Lani Zwane

I could give more than i get
But i fear of being left in need
I curse greed
That hides this hand that holds a deed

I would love unconditionaly
But, It's not at all Fiona
I defy absolute measures willingly
Limits I've learned from natural phenoma

I should be fast in decision
But I've found leisure
In case a thiefs pick-in's admission
Concealment claimed, only an emptly foundered treasure

I could be intellectual
But I don't question my answers
I reach a resolution and presume it actual

I should be determined on purpose
I find ways of running to delusion
In silent words my speech propose
To keep me in illusion

I would be expirenced
But I chose working hard than working smart
To go on and let all i'm revised to be shown

I should live in faith,
But i'm to leap
The literature of moving mountains is too steep
The lead on it's course is too deep.