Thinking is what I am doing right now
Trying to figure out how to fight now
You must be thinking who am I fighting with
It’s the fight to think what I am enlighted with
I know there are many better than me
Yet I do know losing hope is not within me
Though knowing that am a new in the race
I must agree to not to stop I have to face
Hope is alive untill you have soul
If alive you stop it is a foul
The reader must think that I am thinking
But it’s the ardour in which I am sinking
Poetry has the charm to lure the wit
Ordinary words seldom wield such a hit
My purpose is not to beg for your aid
It is only what I have earlier said
Thinking is what I am doing right now
Trying to figure out how to fight now
