Tinola

I sit alone, the stars agaze
Writing under the moonlight,
Emotions overcome me
And loneliness seems to slip away.

Time is something you’ll never get back
And memories are something to hold tight.
As I begin to wonder, and aimlessly prepare
I remember great friends along the way.

Selfishness has come at a high cost,
Monetary dissonance is no longer rare.
I strive to change what I have become
Motherly appeasement I send to the heavens.

Hard work and change are not the only way;
I’ll forge a path there.
I’ll keep to my roots, morally obliged by upbringing.
Roots give you strength and so will my Brethren.

-SM