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Wait for Your Moment

Master how do I come to
true enlightenment?
Where is shrangalla?
My magic 8 ball says keep searching.
Open the door, keep looking.
Open the window, keep looking.
Open the closet, keep looking.
Take the pen
and rewrite the unwritten future.
What is not set in stone
is written on paper.
So look it up.
Go to the library.
Shut the wise man up.
The he’s the shit.
Takin’ bites of cold grits
after getting’ hit
after havin’ his light bulb hit.
Ignoring the grand mothers
that will have a sweater knit
to keep warm
inside of the pit
where no good can come from wit.
8 minutes gone
time to use the first-aid kit
wake-up, damn it.
Stop it, it’s too late.

This poem was written by Roba Adnew on Jun 02, 2007.

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  1. Niko says:

    These lines: "What is not set in stone is written on paper." - simply remind me of the reasons I write. How the struggle persists to set those words into stone, yet only one step short, for now those words are still on paper. Inspiring to me. Good work.