OUR HOPE
Ahead lies a future where
we are obnoxious of
Where we can only envisage
but not make a reality of
The glorious past never leaves
a speck of evidence
As time wanes and the clock ticks, the presence becomes the only essence
Ahead lies a future where
our steps are embedded in
Fuzzy doubtful flashes
of despair and moments dazzling Competing against time, the days shrivel so much so that
We have nothing to do than to strive and reason
Ahead lies a future that
drives us into an intense contemplation
That doesn't halt a second
even as our expectations compound
Interestingly this same future
has its own whims
It moves on, like the juggernaut toward its own dreams
Ahead lies a future that is
a culmination of the strides we wrought
Yes! I know
I know that in the fogginess of our path
Our hope shall lead our way to glory.
Written by
©AFRICA
©BLEEDING PEN
