The things I did not say.
The fears that mitigate,
A dream conceived at date.
For time and time again, always wait.
Brought to life at 4. Oh Clock!
Got to chase the dream up North.
Find a way to wade through ups,
Glide my way to Alabama down south.
Alas! I have tried. This you all know.
Maybe it is time I finally throw,
To the deep inside who make a sacred scroll,
of reasons I shouldn't pull a 'Ororo.'