Who knows,
If the well will turn a sea ?
Hustling has turned people's friend
Like a bird that found a tree
Who knows ,
If the canoe will turn a ship ?
And people will rush to travel with
Like an erosion that runs to sea.
Brighter future is
What every heads pray for
To be seen in the sky
Like a star from afar
Roads are blocked with tree
Legs are tired of trekking
The lens is only seeing dark
Like a man that lost his eyes
"Will this hustling pay me?"
I kept asking myself
"Why will penury lodge in my hostel?"
I found no mouth to tell me ...
Who knows,
If tomorrow is my day ?
If poverty will be chase far away
And joy,parvenue and health will lodge in
And stay .
©Moonchaser
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