Great
Expectations
Oh
soul of mine,
Why
do you harangue me ?
Such
lofty titles,
Realms
of the godly,
And
of all supreme.
Merit
for a stable,
Hopes
to live in abundance,
Wages
of a poor man,
Tastes
of caviar and champagne.
Palaces
of gold and myrrh,
Notions
of a rented house.
Devoid
of inspirations call,
Walking
corridors of marble floor.
When
hopes and dreams,
Occur
in one secret moment,
I
have come to life,
Better
said, I have been life.
The
patterns forming,
Return
to council thy freedom.
Close
down celestial heights.
Doors
to opportunity closing.
Rhyme
brings me rhythm,
To
savour all and see.
The
great expectations
Come
to nought, to plus,
Or
to bring new hope to me.
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