Patient Of Patience Poem by Jacques Sprenkie Mateya

Do I chase a ghost?
Going towards opposite direction of wind
And talking to the night
No, I am not talking to you!
I am talking to myself

As patient of my patience
And still patient in my patience.
A patient of being patient.
I am a firm of being firm like stature
I don't want to see my ultimate death with my eyes

My stubborn faith blow me with its waft
That's what fuel is to engine
What dullness is to donkey?
And a milk to cat
An escalation to commitment or hindsight bias?
It's my will of will for willingness.
time flys time run
and i am still patient with time.
when the trees try up
and due melting in the grass.