I stand alone – the world is at my feet
I see the unwalked road ahead of me
Set my steps in gold for my footprints are a language yet unknown
I speak – the only metronome is my heartbeat
I breathe – air in my lungs is the only musical note I need
Record my story for I am told the wind is always singing about me
Peerless – I know I be
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THE MANOEUVRES: POETRY
PoetryDrawn from past experiences, current emotions and the future wishes of a South African young man - The Manoeuvres is about fate, bitterness, regret, destructive behavior and the path to glorious rediscovery in this harsh, crazy world.
