Treasure Island

Mbali Gina


THE SUCCESS


IT IS IN YOUR EYES
I SEE IT
IT IS INYOUR MOUTH
YOU TALK IT
IT IS IN YOUR VOICE
I HEAR IT
YES SUCCESS IS IN MY FACE
YOU CAN SEE IT

THE SUCCESS IS AROUND MY LIVING LIFE
I FIGHT WITH IT,
YEAH, IT IS NEITHER HERE NOR THERE
I CAN FEEL THE SUCCESS BY THE ACCESS,
MY SUCCESS IS ACTIVATED BY MY ACTIVE.

I SMELL MY SUCCESS PASSING IN MY NOSE,
I SEE MY SUCCESS FLYING AROUND MYSELF,
I TALK THE SUCCESS LIKE I READ IT IN NOVEL,
I PLAY MY SUCCESS AS THE GAME IN MY MIND,
YES I CAN FEEL IT IN THE PALM OF MY HAND

SO GO GET IT GIRL, LIVE IN THE SUCCESS,
THE SUCCESS IS YOURS.

Submitted: Wednesday, March 27, 2013

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When you only see the light in everything you do, I call it success.

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