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A MIND IN THINKING

Poetry By: kwakupobi
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its a poem


Submitted:Nov 21, 2011    Reads: 6    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


Where am I going? Where am I from?

Life has been a circle. Yet, there is hope.

I may be lonely, I may be quiet.

But yet still I will be smiling.

The end is not vague, the end is not made.

The race is still on. And I will prevail.

What have I done? What am I now?

Einstein and Da Vinci shun my company, but yet I yearn for theirs.

Life has been a shame, never ending greatly like the son of God.

May be I am not meant to shine. May be I am not in my prime.

Really! What have I accomplished?

What Have I done?

Will generations remember me?

Will I be the greatest ever lived?

How many lives will I touch?

How many gods will I crash?

How many humans will I inspire?

All these question my mind wars.

But I will change, I will conquer.

For I am child of Zeus and a man of splendour.

A child of splendour and a man of wonder.

A child of Christ and a man of God.





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