“Achievement is not in words, stringed together neither is it in acts behind the curtain but those words and those acts that have seen the light.”
-Thompson Emate
In the wee hours of the morning,
In the shade of his room,
In the ambience of his chamber's gloom,
He sat at the corner of his bed.
He was alone with his thoughts,
He journeyed within,
In the tranquil of the budding dawn,
He searched and dug deep.
A book sat on his laps,
A book of his dreams and aspirations,
A book of twilight inspirations,
Words from the depths and corridors of his soul.
His dreams trail in the shadows,
His aspirations are cocooned in the dark,
He's in search of the key,
To unlock the door to gloryland.
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