HOPE (A POEM COMPOSED FOR STEEMIT AND STEEMIANS)

Sleeping and waking up by the roadside
Do i really sleep, a lunatic asked
Each night becomes a demon of threat
Because reflection peeps deep
What lies therein when the morning comes

The bright light of the day seperates the feud of the night
The scretching and squeaking of the day hits me
The mortal is once again an immortal that matters
Another chance to see the cosmic from a lateral view
There's a difference between living and existing

Each day that passesby we pray for a better one
The thinker keeps thinking and pondering why
Knowing its comedy to those who think
And tragedy to those who feels
Believing the cloud will cry when the surface is dark

Its a new dawn, the morning shines brighter
Like the rising of the sun, giving life to the lilly
The birth of STEEMIT is announced
The miserable nights are now nights of productivity
The lunatic uses the streets to his advantage

Now theres light at the end of the tunnel
We all scream S-T-E-E-M-I-T as it spells HOPE
Show me the middle finger if I'm wrong
Express happiness and do the needful if im right
HOPE is emblazoned in the wake of STEEMIT

Thanks for reading!

@happoculturation c2018