STATE OF MIND
Each road we take
Brokers every peace we make.
Nevertheless, our search is vain,
Yet, Despicable as Cain.
For all is set to be unraveled
To better our
State of mind...
Ride or collide we speak
For all our sorrow is at its peak.
Many at-times we yearn for it
Even in its robust form, we crave.
Nonetheless, we are like the hungry locust, so we rave.
We cannot secure a perfect
State of mind...
Braced up against the storm,
Going through the valley of thorns.
Even in hard times, we black out
Knowing not, that our hard work would make us stand out.
Even in the darkest of nights, we must have a positive
State of mind.
Our state of mind
Our fate is blind.
Yet we seek request
Just to secure the perfect
State of mind.
(c)
Tsobaza
081104
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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.