I hunger for the light that shines ahead in my dreams,
my vision and in my heart,
I thirst to drink the waters of success
to bite a piece on the core of achievement,
I shelter in dusty streets of a developing township
watching poverty penetrate, I hustle!
I see those talented young men possessed by drug addiction
without restriction,
I feel my heart’s broken
longing to reach out and be the helping hand but I can’t,
Unable to raise my voice to poverty, I rather write poetry,
I am the eye of observation, the sentimental heart,
the victim of speculation,
I pray for those who have lost their way,
and yet as I, I, at a certain point I stay,
I myself, I struggle,
I struggle to find my way yet I believe I may, we may.