Forever.

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Dear memory,
I went down your lane
The road was rough
Than a bough
With potholes, larger than life
Eager to walk, I moved on
The chilling weather
The freezing hailstorms
Almost made me as awkward
As a cow on ice
The passages
Through hills and valleys
Through rivers and seas
Kept holding me back, but I got to say
I ain’t trying doing what everybody else’s doing
I won’t look back coz I am gonna do what I gotta do
 I won’t let em control my life
Coz I believe life is a prize
And to live doesn’t mean you are alive
As everybody dies but not everybody lives
So let me call the shots as the umpire
Cos this is my empire
And as I draw a map to a place higher
Flying with the stars in the sky
Don’t worry about me
For I will retire with the ring of a king.



Comments

  1. Sammy Nakitare6 October 2014 at 23:45

    Dear Memory...I went down your lane....That is so dope. I like I like I like!!

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