My eyes in look at empty spaces
I’m so close, but on futile traces
The dim of materialism is light to me
The flames of wealth are cool to thee.
I drew dreams dramatically,
Relaxing on pleasures emphatically
Yet, I call for a life worthwhile
It’s a quest quaking futile.
I’m insatiable, this life on throne
My sacred life is stiffening like stone.
In sacred mission I refuse
Only to the peak of wealth I transfuse.
I sense this long journey cut short
I’m revoking the ways of my thought.
Today I give closely this poetic hind
I agitate my striving after wind.
Godspower Oshodin
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-striving-after-wind/
