One Of A Kind…

I,like gatsby,
a warm smile,
a dark heart,
a learned smile,
an unlearned heart,
a man outside,
a boy within,
a man behind no other,
a boy behind every others,
habour no shame,
hold all charm,
make’s no mistake
when it comes to flowers,
I, like gatsby,
plough success
to soar high,
soar high
and climb further,
touch the skies,
and reach for the stars,
see love,
and come alive,
come alive,
only to be blown apart,
I, like Gatsby,
I am one of a kind…

One Of Substance, Like Mandela…

I have to be what I am
to be what I will be,
I have to wither through winter,
to blossom in spring,
I have to feel pain,
to know what joy is,
I had to get lost
to be found,
I had to be put to shame
to never want to loose my pride again,
I had to get out of my nest,
to know how being free really feels,
I had to shed tears
to make every smile last longer,
I needed to travel
to see the world at large,
I needed to fight for my right
to gain what was rightfully mine,
I didn’t need to be conquered
to know how sweet victory really is,
and I didn’t need to look for anything other than peace
to know how crippling war can really be,
and through life,
I continue to learn,
learning all I can
to know that I know little of everything,
and I continue to do,
doing all I can
to make sure tomorrow is brighter than the last,
looking back on every yesterday’s
with the sole purpose of never making the same mistakes,
and looking forward to tomorrows,
with the sole desire of going further and further
with hope in my mind,
and to work with these hands…