To Be

Forever in the zenith Enclaved beyond the misty skies Commonly uncommon Birds of a feather Little sleep... Uh!Till some other time No.Yet like an ant they gather Total abandon to the later Pick up the electrons for the day Buried in concrete time Thick slabs of concentration Lies at the foundation of what is done Never to be taken for granted Cuz in the lamp oil quarters, Not even the used match stick is thrown away I see and I've seen But the caliber of a uniquely distinguished persons Could be of no mean repute Should I go Should I stay I made a choice Cuz I one day would smile their smile Walk tall with shoulders six feet down the humility lane Put on the whole armour of patience,2 Steadfastness and hard work Play the play but let it be serious Work the work with the good play Just the beginning of a new dawn The plenteousness of time The scarcity Priceless yet with a tag Moments relished in reckless abandon Stupefied by goals scored In the golden time To be what they today.