Sunday Champion

To some it is an unknown adventure
it means nothing,
Playing away time
not knowing it's life,
...

age set my pen on exile
into an aisle where ink
is sniffle from its nostrils.
and chases me into a dry land
...

  

Just like an eagle have I soar 
above the cloud
...

Behold many has fallen from this race
Beaten to the ground.
Feet crumbled
Voice silenced
...

What a story I must tell!
Look at the world
that condemned me!
They predicted me a sloppy, sluggish boy that will end up a nobody
...

I see a picture
Which no one else can capture
It dwells in my heart;
I see a picture
...

When the sun rises
It tells a tale
A tale we can feel but can't behold
...

Woe unto me
if I ever thinks it's by my effort 

Woe unto me
...

It tunes on its tone
As it grows from the depth
Glowing on the universe 
It spreads its wings and flies
...

Behold my corroboration!
Behold the called dreamers!
Though, he was undressed off 
his precious coat of scores of colours
...

As a child,  life was a misery
Which I didn't understand
What does it really means?
I knew not!
...

When I look at life
It is a misery I can't unfold
A story I can't tell
When I review yesterday
...

The unending tale
The tale that men long to read
The tale too difficult to find
The tale many has lost
...

There is a song I will never sing
A phrase I will never say
To many,
It seem so sonorous and easy to compose
...

Behold life!
the stage of all
Where thou shall act that which
Is written concerning you;
...

'oh! I love you very much that
i can die for you'
Woe to you!  
For It is a sin greater than shame to 
...

It is a misery I can't unfold
Of all seasons.......
Why was I born during the dry season,
When all things had crumbled?
...