One step on the white blistering sand, Sandals in hand, turban shrouding my beard From the gusts of arid wind sucking my sweat And burning my
Dad said keep rolling you pick up no dust Mum said you can my son, here are means Big bro said chase the stars, failure
Zillion supporters screaming, a loud buzz, Yearning to return home cheered by vitory. Xerox machines preparing the next day’s papers; Max Wit for the shame
Adieu 2013, you served me well: You made me laugh, cry, frown, want to die, Long to live longer, get bored, hunger for action, Get
A new day will come, when from ash, The glory of the golden feathers, Sprayed in red and brown and ash Shall rise. And in
Everyday is an opportunity to make the next day better; seize it.