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.