You may sit there, wondering and thinking - at times, forgetting
Forgetting that everything works out with prayers and hope
Hope that things will start appearing right in front of your eyes
Eyes of dark umber tones that seek a bright future
A future of greatness that is awaiting a start
Believe me, the start is near
But one thing you must learn, is patience my dear
And if patience does not become your best friend
Take the keys of opportunity and run till the end
Till you've reached your dreams outside to within
But still, even then, it will not be the end
-Untitled, Alex Echols
