Rich Wail of the Impoverished

Up the hill upon a rickety stool I watched afloat With clouds of lonesomeness for company The richest streams flow From a source of dreams they come The wails a song so rich, yet the reality of the source so poor Oh! Oh! Destiny unfulfilled, regrets come to life It is a clash of reality that was, reality that is and reality yet to be Hope, the fight that is our nature faintly lingers Can he go on? Where is his chance? Does it exist at all? With a chest heave and a pinch of optimism, the stage is set for reality yet to be With the strings of destiny for a guide Tomorrow takes root in the present It is not his chance, destiny repeats it’s self Oh! Oh! Destiny is yet again unfulfilled Regrets roots even deeper and the clash continues like it never was An endless loop of dreams flowing as tears For that is the controversial destiny of the majority living and hoping for a destiny of the minority Onen Aaron