Hey!
Wake up!
Is what I heard, a call from beneath
I checked my watch and, a deep breathe
Surfaced, time was running out of hand.
A genuine call, action was next on line
On my writing table, light and wine
No, not wine, porridge
Between African and pride was the bridge.
A call that found me deep dreaming
To date, I don't feel like up waking
I wanna have them nightmares forever
Seated on my writing table ever
Call into action over.
It started with a crawl
Over the couldn't walk for a bowl
Flying over the sky no, like an owl
Developed in sense and mind benz
Mind blowing, hundreds on my side since.
Today!
Credibility is my last
I don't pray competency lust
Walking over the fields, a blast
Giving them lats to my very first
I love being able, the best.
Every sip of my piece, is not sour
They claim I walk to them and pour
Light and sweet on them, like sifted flour
Flourishing and blossoming, not blur
My work, grows dayly over the floor
I write and dine on the bar.
A dream, fulfilled with completeness
As discussed and said by her, prophetess
After they called me selfish, and full of selflessness
I dance, I claim all with creativity, oh yes
Bragging, no, giving what I do best, of course
A wake on vacation course.
©dre
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