get up

its a short poem . An spontaneous exudation of my abstraction.

Tears of life,
sorrows of death.
way to glory,
passage to dust.



joice of success
values on fall
dance of luck
nhance of greed



u try it all
n taste da treat

of all da beings
nd all da dreams

da one u search
da one u need
is dere within
slained or sleep


to love n lauf
thru hark n dark
to see da truth
so simple n serene


had hide from u
till today unseen

awake da one
awake da same,
a thing of dust
to one of fame


in future b
known with wat is
ur name.