When we climb we tend to starve, <br />we aim just to be above, <br />we disqualify things we have, <br />disagree reality being in the cave, <br />being on top is what we love, <br />should we be? ooh! should we? <br /> <br /> On the way we meet, <br /> just on the way we lost, <br /> but our aim was hot, <br /> being on top and have a seat, <br /> wearing that cute coat, <br /> is it sweet? isn't it? <br /> <br />But ooh! <br />Since we were born, <br />our hopes were gone, <br />now we're alone, <br />as hard as a stone, <br />till it's return, <br />we will climb to shine,<br /><br />DICKSON MSETI<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/beloved-28/
