Treasure Island

Buyunde Acura Sylivester

(8/10/1990 - Date / Kenya, Western province)

Walked In The Night


You can see I care less,
Yes, i have no quick race,
To pale up my face,
With too much stress.

I walked in black,
Tiptoed in the dark,
I thought I had seldom luck,
Thus a doom of forever lack.

Always been through thorns,
Collided with horns,
Hurt on stones,
Then, chocked by corns.

They scolded, am blind,
I watched them behind,
Without making up my mind,
That happiness I'll find.

By walking in the night,
I didn't want a fight,
So I made my life tight,
To destine my right.

As of history are ages,
I wrote that in diary pages,
Since these are life stages,
That come ante wages.

Submitted: Monday, March 04, 2013
Edited: Monday, March 11, 2013

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