Sometimes it appears things are never clear,
When perception and confusion always appear,
Memories that fester,
Are like songs that remind me of my ancestors,
Time for the dream to explode,
Too long have things not flowed,
Never again will my ambition sag,
No longer treating
,my ideas like a used rag,
I refuse to believe my dream is deferred,
My future is bright and not absurd,
It’s logical and full of suspense,
Now to reach my dream my effort must be intense,
A dream delayed,
Is not one that is not conveyed,
Time always tell,
Regardless of the ongoing hell,
With a prayer to heaven and much travail,
My dream will prevail,