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Don'T Give Up

You may be in a forest of bushes, Or a yam a plantation, You may be in middle of nowhere. May be as helpless as an antelope in Lion’s mouth. Sometimes seen as an abandon project. Dried like a smoked fish, or ashes like a burnt grasses. May be looking for a mango in a guava tree, or farming in a desert region. May be waiting for a train in a sea port, or ship in a train station. You may be in a bus in the middle of air, or a ship cruising on a tarred road. You may be falling on a mounting from ocean, or swimming on a hill top. You may be seen as walking corpse. or still, a moving coffin. Ma be a lonely voice in the wilderness Or a desert in the wilderness If you cannot fly, run. If you cannot run, walk If you cannot walk, leap. If you cannot leap, crawl Just keep trying; keep moving Don’t give up. Do not shatter hope Bite the bullet with your spirit Bite the bullet with your soul Bite the bullet with body Your spirit is not weak. Your soul did not die. It pays to be conscious in dieing. It pays to scramble life out of death. If pays to live even dieing. It pays your soul to activate your spirit. It pays your spirit to activate your body. It pays to live life while living. No one knows tomorrow.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2006




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