Prisoner Of Tremendous Vanity Poem by MYK NWACHUKWU

You are a dynasty
Your huge sight
Like the gigantic
Statute of Liberty
At New York City Habor

Anchoring my hopes inertia
This program is anchored in
Endless loop
Yet faint hope encourages me
To listen to the
Background music and cocktail swings
And with time, the clock ticks on away
And I find myself racing against time

Nature sensing this, compounds my bitter
But you are a dynasty
And am destined to follow
Falling along the line
Believing it will be my account
But this is a repeated dream
Too weak to fight
Too fond to fall in love again
In an endless loop entrapped.