By night:
the wet tears are vivid of our dreams
Despite the foretold of our folklore, forbidding me
the sweet nothingness of ignorance, relayed by my blissful likening
Reality will soon bride alongside what I hoped to be a moment
--still of what time we have left,  let me put pride aside to rest

Oh yes
we are all what we hope in future—beautiful creatures formed in the
dark, to only come to light by the life in our eyes
I bid you all well; in those pursuits to success...may they not cut your eyes
But inspire lessons of your successor. Do teach the young better
For that’s all we hope to do!

May your values
Be an outshine of like the stars above your room
And may you die a peaceful death, as not a corpse flipping over in tomb
as you knit your memories in fabrication of nostalgia,
Remember this; you were woven perfectly in the womb,
not of our own human understanding; still as creations


Tis destiny to be
a roadmap upon what will be the conclusion of your story
Meet your finale with joy, honour, experiences, pain,
passion, gain, acceptance, and to praise Him of glory.

Death, is an obvious inevitable,
make every moment of life memorable
Being grave to childish thoughts is pitiful,
some people try to use you as usual
Falling for looks is foolish love,
the grass is always greener on the other side—if you water it enough
Live, laugh, let go, learn, be led, to then go lead,
love, listen, have less of boastful overtones, and have fun

The poet’s words are a gun—
they could incite by what they recite
It’s up to you to choose what sort of surrender
you pen your words to
             This message is sent out to all of you.