To live in pencil lines, <br />As if drifting along the path of an arrow, <br />Creating boundaries; where lines should go, <br />Are lines not dots moving in a particular flow? <br />Life in pencil lines, a genies role, <br />Even if drawn before i was born, <br />Undo it myself, my eraser screams, <br />and say it myself, my pencil smudges, <br />Can even create the King's dreams, <br />How do you want it my mind says, <br />sketching you plans till the final days, <br />When ideas speaks in mortar gray, <br />Then my best work should be myself, <br />Creating beautiful mind on life's canvas, <br />With ultimate achievement around through the universe, <br />the requisite need of a fulfilling destiny. <br />With life in pencil lines, <br />The only regret may; <br />be the one who sketches plans, <br />Without the plan of his own life.<br /><br />Olabode Joseph Oluwatayo<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-live-in-pencil-lines/
