Just Echoes

In my house I look like a scanty pack In my hood I look like van of fortunes These are what I sees as lay down pride Throughout the dusk before the dawn I springle the whole cuts of my tiny echelon Wondering what’s not going to take me out of moves Then someone as one say look up Up at that upper level you’d think it’s not yours to attain You have all it takes and what it contains to be one great successful fountain Then smile take through my heart,my face and my mouth speaks Abundantly.