TITLE: Not Till The Sun Kisses The Horizon
Could it be a real one won with no vision?
Like the water flow with no mission
Mixed with sands in blackish
One would not swim in unless prepared
A long daytime has passed
And no stone already have turned
Life goes around and turns
But nothing goes unless planned
The ancestors’ words daily quoted
That man failed and another prospered
With nothing be ‘hind, rather faked plans
Victory comes not otherwise arranged
We yet have time in hand till the late nights
To make the scars and falls be knights
Remove the doubts and assure things made
It’s now, not till the sun kisses the horizon.