Clash of Conflicted Thoughts
A good thought trails your mind
And all things to make it work you bind
Not knowing the power to execute threatens,
With scenarios of a thousand result to learn from
Yet it’s begun, throwing caution to the Wind a Project arrives,
But in quick speed is it’s life’s death!
What went wrong or who cut it short?
How, Why, Where did it go wrong?
But the plan is solid, how come the soil is liquid?
A project so unique but blessed with blistered Sequence.
It’s the Fault of my ancestors, no my enemies!
Somehow a blame must trail or linked to someone.
For this I’ve done repeatedly and constantly
A discovery secretly mine now a World’s share of Magic.
Now it’s harder still to start afresh.
The damage is done with me within.
Somehow a repair button’s Hand.
A conflict of thoughts is my share to pout in.
Onyeador Anthony with compliments and regards from Uniquely Mustered