May Ways Poem by Vincent Onyeche

Born in pan on a coal
Bubbling, my ways maybe slow
But I have a tiny big goal
Blasting to rise and grow,
Beyond apex and the usual toes,
But hey, don't tell me to go
Building bricks where the crowd does.

Inside or out, I don't move
In the direction of waves.
I don't see that often seen
In the eyes of many man...
Incase you don't know, drop a stone on me
And watch me spread my ways
As ripples do over the waters.