My days i wish were easy as the wind
searching beneath the turmoil of hope
i have awaited turns
in my blindness missed them all
unjustifiably yearning
inexpressibly dedicated
but opportunity where at thou?
Closed thine ears to my raging cry,
sitting behind the sty
watching birds fly
i see how they never worry
but if i never do
left of me will be sorry.
If it were wrong making choices
why serve me them on a platter of gold
but even with every choice
opportunity where art thou?
I wouldn't sit and fold my arms
if only i had that choice
at length of arms.
So each morning rolls
like a pebble in the running stream
but then i realize how much it never moves
but you see i can move
and maybe just when i do again
and again and again with each day
i pray thee-opportunity
...you'll finally look my way...
2.B.Cntd...
Fimisola-Samuel
... ...but how many times have you come forth
ReplyDeleteso infrequent like the desert rain
and when you lend a hand
you rain on my parade
so why should i give you a second look
like the die maybe i just might throw a six
once in every six,
so tell me opportunity,
why i should have fun gambling my life out with you
how many times i've taken you
of what good have u been...