Lithe supple vigour invigorated to brim,
Visceral flowing in my veins thumping up
my abject self transcending into a stream
Of meandering ecstasy shining like a lamp.
To enthuse the convivial spirit of a man
Who reared me is like delving for that proverbial
Needle in a haystack 'cause there is no comparison,
His stature I envy cordially to enrich my soul.
I feel like I am on the verge of ubiquitous greatness
Amid the acrimonious sordidness of this world,
Mediocrity is the status quo reigning relentless
When one's psyche is conquered he's duly defeated.
I me and myself shall not be subdued to surrender
Consigning to naught varnishing into the thin air.
