Sitting under the shade of my future
Living through the process of the present
Assiduously Carving the Booth of excellence
Through the tunnel of financial submissions and Economic malady
My Might , monstrous as that of a thousand
Ten thousand , Table rapping
All for the surety of their offing .

We do so much , not to fail
We do alot more , yet we fall
Our Consternation is elephantine
For we are only but a staple for the infrastructure of expectancy.
We know our future lies in fortunes control
Woe to a man that doesn't hang upon his tommorow
For the rainbow you seek by Morrow's reign
Is not measured by Hope nor toil
But , It's intumesce is assured by the soil of toil
And the seed of Hope.

© Eric James