Tuesday 17 January 2012

I'll be the song

You dismissed me,
Never envisioned what I could be,
You just saw the entity,
Were so oblivious to the possibility,
That inside this earth,
Lies treasures untold,
And when you finally realize my worth,
You’ll regret picking zinc over gold,
But until then,

I’ll stare at this computer screen
Till the words come pouring,
I’ll paint you a scene,
Of a dreamer that’s roaring,
I’ll use poetry,
And let you work out it’s meaning,
That someday I’ll be the song,
You’ll never stop singing

Right now all I am is ore,
Smelting never did take a day,
But what is in store,
Is the grass life has turned into hay,
In me there’s so much more,
But I’m glad that us asunder,
You tore,
This you’ll never plunder,
But until then

I’ll stare at this computer screen
Till the words come pouring,
I’ll paint you a scene,
Of a dreamer that’s roaring,
I’ll use poetry,
And let you work out it’s meaning,
That someday I’ll be the song,
You’ll never stop singing,

And I’ll be your lullaby,
I’ll be the melody that soothes you to sleep,
Yet when the morning sun kisses your eyes,
I’ll be the dream you can never keep… 

Kibali

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