Success is an Unfaithful girl to me!
I
am searching for success, she keeps eluding me. If only we can be together
momentarily, we can make history. Why won’t you visit me? Until she visits me,
am stuck with her sister, her name is failure. She gives me agony. So much
agony; she brings me so much pain, so much misery like failing your end year
exam and fall unto your knees as the rest cheer. I practiced so much for this
moment, success please don’t leave. I know what this means, I am stuck in this
routine – a whole new different day, same old pain. All I gat is dreams that no
one else could see, nobody else believes, nobody else but me. Where are u
success? I need you desperately.
So
now am flirting with failure as success is not watching, I took chances repeatedly.
Before I got proactive I could not face she. I swear I met success and but
never lived together not for a day. She is good for the touch, she is good for
the moment but she is never enough. Everybody has had her but me. Something
tells me there is much more to see before I lose hope. I got to get lost; I
have to find my feet to search for because together we have to make history.
Success
will be my trophy white, she’s coming with me. We will have a “baby” who
stutters repeatedly. I will name him my son. He is my legacy, son of my hard
work, future of my past – he will explain who I be. I ain’t in it for the fame,
that dies within weeks. I ain’t in it for the money; I can’t take it when I
leave. I want to be remembered long after you grieve, long after am gone, long
after I breathe. I leave all I am in the hands of history, that’s my last will.
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