THE BLURRY DREAMS OF MY WEARY SOUL.

I am young but I feel like I have a very old and weary soul,
With each rising sun I grow old but I feel like I haven't lived at all,
I have tried to do it all and in the process I have worn out plenty of soles,
Feels like I'm running around in circles trying to avoid the inevitable blow,
It gets hard and at times and makes me feel like  I'm just hanging on a straw,
Down I go over and over no matter how hard I try to avoid the merciless floor,
Sometimes I can't help but wonder whether I've just been fighting the wrong wars,
Every single day I push myself but it feels like I've been knocking on the wrong doors,
Day by day I get weary and slow and soon I'll have no energy left in me to even stroll,
It's the way of life for sure and it's the inescapable fate that in the end awaits us all,
I thought I had plenty of time and before my time to go I'd have achieved it all,
I was a young African boy with the dream to be the greatest of them all,
At times I sit down and wonder what I  missed or perhaps what I did wrong,
For now it seems like my hands are tied and unable to grasp anything at all,
But before I go I'll try one last time and make a run for everything I want,
One last time with nothing but my wit and the courage to get it all,
A young African boy with an unending desire that fuels my soul!