The tingle while
riding air
Tasting flavors of life
everywhere,
Receiving praise
of grandeury
Remember? There’s an
end to all glory
Everyone is living a
story.
It’s love that takes hype
Or hate, consuming
life,
Day s in n out all
same
On recall many shades;
some cushy, other gory
Everyone is living a
story
Some come with family
name;
Others with tribe to flaunt
fame,
Some torch (people) houses,
others light hope flame,
Choices make some shame,
others proud with glory
Everyone is living a
story.
(Samima)
