With a lil’ bit of hope
I’ll sail a battered ship home;
I’ll pull a VLCC to the shore;
And explore the earth to the very
core.
Even if the circumstance roars at me
Like a wild beast,
Lashing out with the claws of defeat,
I will snatch the substance of
triumph
Like a shepherd fetching lost sheep
From the den of a stoned lion.
I have molded and forged decision
Working at it with a surgeon’s
precision.
As inevitable as a true prophecy;
I pursue my course on unalloyed
jealousy.
‘Cause in these times
It’s impossible for me to fail;
At the height of my tides
It’s luxury to be frail.
I can almost touch inspiration
As it washes over me like an unction;
Stripped to the barest minimum
Makes me enough.
Akpan
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