What is the problem with fate and face
Race and chase
Does it mean gold don’t mean goat
Clothes no longer cover cold
Too many questions walking through my mind.
Big Timi my friend in the journey
Wrote about lost treasures in the grave
But we all want to wear the glory of success
Rush to every seminars to sit in front
Fast for ninety days
Sit on broken wood to give lectures
Is that not enough.
Is that not enough that we strive to survive
Work from dusk to dawn
Dance under the sun to sell product
Is that not enough?
It hurt that the grave have many
Great minds underneath.
Many ideas we have but how can they become reality
When some things in life is strictly by invitation
Image a pilot based village
Is not that we don’t try to succeed
But positioning sometimes kills position
Insecurity, trust , love or relationship isn’t our problem
Our problem is dreams that sleeps away as night mare.
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