Faces of Me
Each day I try to hide,
Knowing not, the course I ride.
However, all comes to me in a sweeping tide.
It all comes in phases, as pure daisies,
Hoping that there would be the...
Faces of me.
Days pass, I watch my prey,
All through the night, until I grow grey.
But all hope is not lost, 'cos of the ace,
All we put into it, including tying our lace.
Only I can change the test, through our vibe.
'Cos of the...
Faces of me.
I wish I could have three faces,
Move about and try to beat them in races.
However, all I could do was wish.
With the eyes of the eagle, I watch,
Hoping to see the perfect catch.
Nevertheless, my catch is vain 'cos of the...
Faces of me.
(C)
Tsobaza 081004
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Reminiscing's of a Renegade
PoetryThoughtful lines written by a struggling young man. Etched in some form of Amateurish poetry for those who care to read.