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
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