Friends, we live in a world in which the unpredictable wind of fate drives us in unexpected ends,
A world in which the restless seas of life drowns even the skilful of captains,
However, in the face of these situations which tend to obfuscate us,
We should not treat with negligence,
The fact that the key to our destiny lies in our hands,
What a world! One characterized by irony!
In this jungle, brothers, no definite trend is typical,
We therefore are architects of our own lives,
For some folks step into it wretched, and depart affluent,
Others tread its path wallowing in luxury, but get passed the finish line as beggars,
Still in this jungle, brethren,
While some fellows die from the pangs of hunger and poverty,
Others have so much as to cast them to the dogs,
What a world! One that typifies sheer contradiction!
TO BE CONTINUED...
Copyright Lysious
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Sunday, November 28, 2010
DREAMS
They are the blessings to our world we give,
The purpose of our existence,
They are the reasons we live,
They come to the hearts of the determined,
They befuddle the minds of the great,
And they flood the reasoning of the successful,
They are the definition of success,
Sometimes though, our God-given purpose,
Which to our world connect us,
And from our generation respect attracts us,
They may be day-dreams, fantasies, imagination or even night visions,
But without them, we become like dusts to be blown away by the wind of life,
Without them, endlessly we roam, in the market square of life,
Adrift, we remain, tossed to and fro by the restless seas,
The great they define,
The message of the successful they herald,
Between victors, and victims, a bridge they build,
In the midst of Kings, they place commoners,
And before the wealthy, set paupers,
Who we are, they are,
The definition of our existence,
And the epitome of our personality.
Do you have a Dream?
Please do not let it die.
The purpose of our existence,
They are the reasons we live,
They come to the hearts of the determined,
They befuddle the minds of the great,
And they flood the reasoning of the successful,
They are the definition of success,
Sometimes though, our God-given purpose,
Which to our world connect us,
And from our generation respect attracts us,
They may be day-dreams, fantasies, imagination or even night visions,
But without them, we become like dusts to be blown away by the wind of life,
Without them, endlessly we roam, in the market square of life,
Adrift, we remain, tossed to and fro by the restless seas,
The great they define,
The message of the successful they herald,
Between victors, and victims, a bridge they build,
In the midst of Kings, they place commoners,
And before the wealthy, set paupers,
Who we are, they are,
The definition of our existence,
And the epitome of our personality.
Do you have a Dream?
Please do not let it die.
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