Knight In Shining Armor Poem by Adeosun Olamide

The race begins.
And as I track to discovery, my heart beat the drums
of fear,
My soul hums with strange tales of failure.
As I dance to this unlovely warbling with glee Amid curious minds of dancing to fame and fortune,
My feet trembles,
My shoulders shudder.
Be not harsh to my soul like we will to a cruel fiend,
Do refuse to right me when I wrong and you do the
ruthless, I may err off like a peripatetic dog,
Do have down pat to puff my whistles.
Even when I do not heed, do not halt or throw in the
towel,
For beyond the stars will I gleam?
I am swift and puny but my skill lay afar that I must seek.