Reality. Poem by Raheem Lyttle Kiyaga

Truth is i am facing my reality that's
Why I am not lookin into the
mirrors,
I face my reality, perfection,
I cast against my yesterday deeds,
And that humble stage will be mine,
By the whims of fate, and time,
To roles of both success and happy
Energies.
However this daily annoyance
stands
Courageously reborn and sworn
To conquer its dreams and
War held as a promise to achieve.
I am not a drinker, but a great
thinker,
But if you think so, fill my drink up,
I don't wanna get sober,
'Perfection is achieved not when
there is
Nothing more to add, but when
There is nothing left to take away'.
I have been a part of what all I met,
With my mouth I will greatly extol
The almighty; in the throng I will
praise him,
For your understanding of my
penmanship,
Its no wonder how I cant go to
sleep,
Just another pill to see how
My words arouses on you all
Whenever I stare through the
windows
Of this life,
Its the world heave onto my
shoulder
Breaking me into tears
And at times I feel like giving upon
it,
But, howabout those whom I
epitomise?
If I could, I would outstrech my
hand,
Though my hands are prickling,
But still, I can't startled the earth
down on you,
So, so combative til my last
'Cuz I got nowhere to hide you
From the reality, rather face it.
©Kiyaga Lyttle Cephas 2013