A box of dreams A box of nightmares unleashed Pictures of green were painted But we came and met mud Maybe we should have listened Maybe I should have waited Ploughed the barren crust of earth But that was no option I am here now Success or not I shall die here But then I'm confused Every morning I see people Everywhere I wonder to myself Are they like me Waiting and wishing Praying and persevering For a miracle That will clad them In riches In fame In recognition I hope not I must be the only one.
Sharing Thoughts of Curried Rainbow.