Pictionary Visions

It's a game with shapes to describe words that we all play.
But verbs that shall serve as verses is what we'd like to say.

They can't hold us down.
They can't hold us back.

Every time we shall rise.
Every time we shall have another smirk on our face.
Every time we will continue to move on.

There will be no quit.
There shall be no surrender.
You will not be a witness to my demise.
You will be surprised by the ambition that I embody.

There will be plenty tears for the many years,
that I did not accomplish that which I intended to.
There will be many bruises on many body parts,
in particular my heart that has turned from red to a darker hue.

The many days I'll over work body, mind and soul to fill up my glass.
The many nights that sleep was sacrificed for a goal that some say is out of my grasp.

With my head held high, with my tears dried, I shall clench a fist for all to see.

We didn't stop when they told us to.
They didn't dry our tears when we needed them to.

They couldn't hold us down.
They couldn't hold us back.

Every time we rose.
Every time we had another smirk on our faces.
Every time we continued to move on.

With teary eyes I’ll live long enough to see my vision.
Thanks to the precision of my decisions to fill in all the gaps,
I’ll embody it all, as our actions play Pictionary,
maybe then they'll understand our...ambition... through these Pictionary Visions

Copyright © Raumelis Ramos | Year Posted 2012

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