I went to my thoughts,
It was saying like,
We wait for you to gym us.
Alight for the day!
For the day of your self is at your hand,
And as a choice from your self shall it decide,
The seed is deciding by water.
A personification comes to my thoughts,
I am neither real-nor-true,
But a word that sounds real,
Which define me correctly.
Poetry asks ye of thine expression,
And Prose wants ye of thine thinking,
Then let it teaches thou of all session,
Then might it be thine trumping?
The man who believes in his faith,
Then such is a cliche in his strength,
Then thee and I might clash no more,
Hail, hail, well, no more then all is good.
Awesome, awesome, and you are great-awesome!
No matter what others say about you,
Let your awesomeness shine the world,
So that their words may leave in peace.
© Ismael Mansoor