Unintentional Existence: Life, A Far Cry Poem by Vincent Onyeche

I have my wits about on one thing
Just like no light no mirage,
And no water no fish,
Then without life, no success
And my one thing is success.

Wipe me, punch me like a sack
I'm a tough nut to crack
I would only cry.
Yes, it is a far cry
But I love to try.
 
Be a trifle jealous or more,
I'm a whale of good try.
Beat me, I'll scream not for long
I'll turn a whipped cream sweat successful dessert.
Quite meaningless, a big dream
A drop in the stream

Call it all, even a vision.
But to me, a leg to stand on;
Beat me, flog me like a snake
My life must be a beautiful cake;

Call my try a lemon,
Or even a demon
But don't stop me or my shine.
Success a sermon,
I must obey.

A long throw, impossible stone throw
Or a long row to hoe
But, a duty I should go.
Call it a priori but to me a theory
If I'm to get the roof over my head.